There’s Holland Park (I’ve taken Kate to the adventure playground there a few times because it’s not far from Chiswick), Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens. The rest of the space is taken up by streets and squares lined with big and generally well-kept houses. In one of these lived Barnaby McCallum, the man I’d come to rob. I left Incognito around eleven and arrived at High Street Kensington station not long after half-past. I was wearing the black zip-up jacket and jeans I’d left home in that morning, plus a dark blue baseball cap that Clover had lent me. The idea of the cap was that I’d be harder to identify if nosey neighbours happened to spot me on McCallum’s street. It made sense, but I couldn’t help feeling I was more noticeable and suspicious-looking with the cap on. As far as I was concerned, I looked like what I was about to become: a burglar. I didn’t feel too nervous about the job itself; I was just eager to get it over and done with. My main focus was on Kate’s well-being, and any anxiety I had stemmed from the fact that I couldn’t afford any slip-ups for her benefit.
