#18: Chef

The only rule in prison is don't ask why someone is in. If they volunteer the information, all the better to trust them. When Nigel arrived, he remained tight-lipped, until he realised that pegged him as a child molester. Which is certainly is not. So, he confessed to burglary, and would have got away with it had he not become peckish.
Nigel specialised in houses with an Array Armour alarm system. He knew how to bypass the remote sensors. It meant it sent no signal to the central servers and gave him all the time in the world. And if the system was active at 4am, it meant no one was home, and not likely to come home.
Once inside the house on Cherry Ave, he recognised the man in the photos as the TV chef, August Peguy.
Nigel checked out the kitchen to one of his idols. And the temptation to cook his breakfast in the famous chef's kitchen was too good to pass up. Just to use the same pan as the great man would have made his night.
Admittedly, Nigel had gone overboard with his breakfast, cooking Croque Madame, French Radishes with butter and salt on toast and was pulling out of the oven Pain Au Chocolat when there was a knock on the door. He could see the blue and red flashing lights through the window.
He let the cops in and fed them the food he'd cooked.
The neighbours, they said, could smell his cooking and confessed that August cooked nothing smelling that good. That's what alarmed them.