‘Mia’s routine was easy to establish. She was such a creature of habit. Off to work at the same time each day. Back at 6.35 on the button. Shopping every Saturday between 9.30 and 10.45. Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays were clubbing. She’d arrive at 10 pm and leave drunk at 3 am the next morning. Not that I was on the door – no way, I was keeping well clear so that I wouldn’t be associated with her.<br/><br/>But what was her routine in her apartment? I needed to know and there was only one way to find out – a camera. I didn’t waste my time in prison. They say it’s better than university education and, whoever they are, they’re right. I had a lot to learn and I learnt a lot of it. Computers, that was a big thing. How they worked, how to use them to your own advantage. When I went in, cameras were massive things, but miniaturisation has advanced so much now. The smallest cameras can almost go unnoticed in plain sight.<br/><br/>I let myself in through the bedroom window and set about installing a camera in her bedroom. That would tell me all I needed to know – when she went to bed, what she would be wearing, when she went to sleep. It sounded so easy the way the guy described it, but it was a lot more fiddly than I expected. Over an hour it took to get it in just the right place overlooking her bed from the wardrobe, but the picture was perfect, and good enough even in low light.’