Relax, work it out, stop holding your breath, cos if they had come for you, you’d be on the deck now, cuffed up and getting the old “you do not have to say anything, blah blah blah” routine.
‘sorry, Sir, you okay?” He’s genuinely apologetic. “Only we’ve had reports of a prowler in the area.”
“A prowler, you say, well well. And there’s only the two of you? Maybe you should call for some assistance.”
“We’re a bit stretched already tonight, Sir.”
“That’s too bad. I’ll ring the station if I see or hear anything.”
“Thank you, Sir. Good night. Be careful.”
“Oh, I will be.”
They carry on looking for the burglar in among the bushes and I go upstairs to weave that special kinda magic that turns two kilos into three.