Dip it Low
Jane’s mobile phone rang, stopping her in her tracks as she went to grab another pile of plates to load into the dishwasher. She wouldn’t normally answer it at work, but her employers had gone up to bed in another wing of the enormous house. Plus, the phone call, she knew, was from her lift home.
“Hello?”
“Hey, babe, it’s me. How the hell do I get into this bloody place? These gates look pretty impenetrable to me,” came her girlfriend, Shelley’s, voice down the line.
“Oh, shit.” Jane giggled. “Hang on, I’ll come and buzz you in.”
Heading out of the banqueting hall she’d been cleaning up, she made for the front door and the security panel next to it. A camera was trained on the area beyond the gates at the end of the driveway, and on the panel’s screen, Jane could see Shelle
