Chris doesn't get a response

As Chris sits and waits in his car. He looks up at where light switched off in the bedroom, and plans his next move. He decides that this is his only chance, grabbing his backpack out of the boot of the car, he closes and locks his beloved Subaru WRX Sti and creeps back over to the house. Sliding open the patio door he creeps into the dining room, the moonlight shining through the window whilst making it easy to see, it also casts shadows and the trees around the property that make it secluded cause him to pause to assess shadows, the dining room is simply furnished with a table and a sideboard.

He quietly closes the patio door, and creeps towards the hallway. The hallway is wide with four doors off it, all of them are open except the one under the stairs, which Chris presumes must lead to an understair cupboard. He pops his head into the first door, a simple study, computer, left running hums in the back ground. There's a black kitbag in the hallway, Chris picks it up thinking if he didn't book me earlier he must've put the MDMA somewhere and likely didn't book it in. He takes it with him through to the lounge, the door opposite the study, again not a lot unusual, just a large TV and three piece suite in it. He walks back into the kitchen and closing the door behind him, he flicks the light on.

Unzipping the kitbag, he pulls out the utility belt and the cops stabvest, rummaging through the pockets on the best he finds the tablets, slipping them into his pocket he puts the utility belt around his waist and loads it with the baton and cuffs, the next part of his plan is his most dangerous.

Turning the light out he opens the door and heads up the stairs, carefully checking each room before leaving the bedroom til last upstairs has a big galleried landing which has 4 doors off of it, the first bedroom was simple enough, laid out as if waiting for guests, the second, the smallest looked normal, except the bed was black leather sheets with a four poster over and various fixing points and a wardrobe of kit, similar to the lockup, but with a standing cage and a small kennel type cage both built of thick iron. Hmm interesting thought Chris, maybe I can use some of that later. He crept to the last room. Again normal, except for the sleeping cop, the dim light given off by the digital alarm clock was perfect for what Chris needed to do, with stealth he crept up to Tyler's drinking glass and dropped a small white tablet in the glass, as he walked out he turned the radiator up to full and wandered into the spare room to sit and wait.