Back home, she checked in on Charlie, spent a few minutes chatting with Hayley, then retreated to her bedroom to do some scouting on the computer. It didn’t take long to gather the details she needed from Kev Tribe’s locksmithing website. After shutting down the laptop, she rooted in the wardrobe and dug out some mid-heel gladiator sandals, a white T-shirt that was a little tight on her, and an old pair of faded Levis. A couple of minutes of radical scissor-work saw the jeans converted into Daisy Dukes. She painted her fingernails and toenails red, did her lips in the most provocative shade of scarlet gloss she’d been able to find, put on heavy blue eye shadow, squeezed into the jeans and the T-shirt and tousled and teased her hair until she looked like a rock groupie. ‘Jesus Christ, look at you!’ Hayley said, eyebrows shooting up. ‘Not bad, eh?’ Kate replied. Half a grand yesterday.
