I nod. It's going to be risky and it could so easily go wrong. But yes, without more guys this is the best that we are going to manage.<br/><br/>I ask her when she wants to try this. It has to be her call, not mine.<br/><br/>'Tomorrow,' she says.<br/><br/>'OK,' I agree. 'Tomorrow it is. You call in with a sickie. If the guy is someone at work, he'll know you won't be coming in. I'll disappear shortly after breakfast, around the time we usually leave. If the guy is watching, he'll know you're alone. You text every 15 minutes, like you said. If I don't hear, I'll come running.'<br/><br/>There's still one thing bothering me, though.<br/><br/>'How's he going to get in? I mean, Mia, we've made this like Fort Knox. Suppose he can't get in.'<br/><br/>'Don't worry,' she gives me a devilish grin, 'I'm sure he'll find a way and I'll be ready for him.'<br/><br/>I don't like the sound of that. It sounds like she has plans she hasn't told me.<br/><br/>Next morning, she rings in as agreed and says her stomach is upset. When she is in the shower I call out that I am leaving and slam the door hard so she can hear it's properly shut.<br/><br/>What is going to happen now?