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Robbie decided to case the area first, but his heart was thumping so loudly in his chest that he was sure the posh-looking people in Knightsbridge could hear it as they walked past him. He was trying his best not to look guilty, fearful that the expression on his face would give the game away and raise suspicion.

Rounding a corner he saw a pub and decided a stiff drink would be in order to calm his rattled nerves. It had been nice with Cynthia: she had more than relaxed him for a while, and he’d managed to pinch a large screwdriver from her, one that he thought would do the job. Now, though, his tension had risen again and for a fleeting moment he considered calling the whole thing off.

He just caught the pub before closing time and once inside, with a large brandy down his neck and another in his hand, he felt his courage returning. Of course, the thought that soon he’d have stacks of money in his pockets was the driving force, especially as earlier in the week one of his debtors, Brian, had threatened him. He’d managed to hold him off with the promise of full payment, and now that promise was soon to become a reality.

It wasn’t just clearing his debts that drove Robbie. He wanted stuff, nice things like his brother owned, and, though he was reluctant to admit it, he was jealous of Adrian. Yes, he knew he was much better looking than his brother, but Adrian, who was ten years his senior, had money and his own business. Adrian didn’t have to sweat over oily engines all day or be at the beck and call of a whinging governor. Adrian was his own boss and Robbie wished he could be too. This will be one in the eye for him, thought Robbie, imagining the look on Adrian’s face when he turned up in a newly bought car.

Robbie knocked back the second large brandy as time was called, and feeling more resolved he took a deep breath and headed for the jeweller’s. Not being familiar with the area, he had no idea how to access the shop’s rooftop and hoped it would be obvious when he got there.

With the strong drink coursing through his veins, Robbie felt more assured than he had earlier. He reached Leonardo’s and had a quick look around, but then carried on by. There were still too many people about so he killed more time by casually walking around until the area thinned of pedestrians. Once he felt it would be safe, he made his way back to the jeweller’s and looked over his shoulder to check that no one spotted him as he darted down a narrow alley next to the shop. To his pleasant surprise Robbie saw there was an old metal ladder, attached to a wall, that looked as though it went straight to the roof. He assumed it was a fire escape, but it didn’t look very secure so he tugged hard on it, ready to scarper if his action set off an alarm. Nothing happened and, hoping it was firmly fixed, he gingerly climbed up to the roof.

Once on top, he squinted in the darkness, and, just as he’d heard the two drunken men describing it, he saw the skylight directly above the jewellery shop. Robbie scurried across to it and levered it fully open so that he could peer down inside. It was too dark to see anything, and, unsure how big the drop would be, he hesitated, but there was no time to fear injury. This was it. There was no turning back, so, bracing himself, he lowered his body in until he was just clinging on to the edge of the skylight frame. For a moment he hung there, but then, gathering his nerve, Robbie let himself drop.

He landed in a heap, with a loud thud which he prayed had gone unnoticed. He lay in the silence for a while, but didn’t hear a sound. When he felt confident that the premises were empty, he scrambled to his feet, straining his eyes to look for a way down to the shop.

It was no good; even though his vision had adjusted to the darkness it was too black to see anything and he cursed himself for not having had the sense to bring a torch. He at least had matches so he lit one, and in the dim light of the flame spotted a door. He opened it, but before he could go any further the flame burned his finger. Quickly dropping the match, he swore under his breath and lit another, which revealed a wooden staircase twisting downwards. Unsure if there were any windows in the stairwell, he carefully felt the walls to guide his way down the stairs – he didn’t want to risk anyone seeing the light of a match.

At last he was at the bottom. Slowly, Robbie pushed open another unlocked door. He sensed it was a small room and, judging by how dark it was, he guessed there were no windows. He lit another match, and seeing he was right he switched on the light. Despite being taut with tension, Robbie smiled. He was in the back office of the shop; this was where he’d find his treasure.

It didn’t take him long to locate the safe. He turned the combination lock and laughed out loud when the safe door sprang open. This all seemed so easy, almost too easy. He stuffed his pockets with the notes, taking a gleeful moment to hold a handful of money in the air and kiss it, grinning to himself as he thought of the flashy car he would soon own. He’d never seen this amount of money before, let alone touched it, and wished he had thought to bring a bag to put it in. His pockets were bulging and he even had money stuffed into his socks.

When the safe was empty Robbie went to the door that led to the main shop. Why not, he thought? He was here now so he might as well get Dottie a ring. It would save him having to waste any of his newly acquired wealth on buying one. Robbie paused for a moment. This was going to be more risky. When he’d clocked the shop from outside he’d noted the windows were protected by pull-down metal grilles, but they didn’t completely obscure the interior. Sod it, he thought, he was dressed in black so hard to spot, and if he was stealthy enough he felt sure he could pull it off.

Cautiously Robbie pulled down the handle and pushed the door slightly open. He peeped through the small gap, his wide eyes scanning the street in front. It looked clear. There wasn’t anyone visible so, feeling more confident, he pushed the door fully open.

Alarm bells pierced the air. The clanging was so loud that it startled Robbie into a frozen stance. He panicked, looking all around him as his mind went into a frenzied state. Should he go to the street door and make a run for it out the front? No, the door would be locked. He would have to go back onto the roof and climb down the ladder, but the police might arrive before he was able to get away.

Hide? He could hide. Wait for them to search the place then sneak out. Where could he hide though? In the attic? No, they would find him there. He had no choice. He would have to get out the way he’d come in.

Robbie made a dash for the stairs and fell up them in his haste. The adrenalin pumping through his body stopped him feeling the pain in his shins, and, gathering himself together, with the alarm bells still piercing his ears, he reached the dark attic. Fear gripped him as he suddenly realised he couldn’t reach the skylight, yet he still jumped up in vain, trying again and again to grasp the window frame but failing each time. He searched for his matches as twenty, ten and five pound notes dropped from his pockets.

Robbie wasn’t concerned about the money right now. He had to strike a match to light the room – had to find something to stand on so that he could reach the skylight and make his escape.