He’d grown up an estate kid with a bad reputation and a police record for shoplifting. He’d been careless the first time and got caught, but that had only served to make him more cautious. He’d never slipped up again.
Not that he’d been some criminal mastermind or anything; he’d nicked smokes, sweets, the occasional CD or bit of cheap jewellery for a girlfriend.
Moving to London was his chance to leave the past behind, reinvent himself. No one need ever know who he’d been before. He could wipe the slate clean and start over. Ianto couldn’t wait to escape.