9
Cold Storage
I caught the skylight handle on my third go. Both hands. Twisting it open. Hanging off. Walking up the wall and wriggling my way through the tight space, just big enough. Suddenly, the flask slipped out of my jeans and fell. I reached down and caught it with a spare hand, the other still holding on to the skylight handle. I heaved myself up, along with the skylight, just as the cleaners reached the landing. I pulled it to, but didn’t lock it shut. I waited in still silence as the three of them broke off and went about their business in each upstairs room. Painfully slowly, I turned the skylight handle until it clicked. Okay, next problem. I was now on the roof, with a great view of the lake (and the ground). The slate roof slanted thirty degrees from left to right. It was
