I pick up Buster’s lead.‘Sit.’
My dog drops his furry behind to the floorboards, his body quivering with excitement. I can’t help smiling, despite the tremor in my hands and the damp stickiness of my skin against my clothes, both side-effects of the nightmare. I’m used to this, though it never gets any easier.
‘Good boy,’ I murmur, attaching the lead to his collar. ‘Off we go.’ He trots to the front door.
I pick up my keys from the console table and put my eye to the peephole.
The dim corridor is empty, so I twist both locks and open the door. Buster steps into the hallway, staying by my side as I close the door behind me. I jiggle the handle several times to make sure it’s properly closed, then cross the hall and press the lift button.
Buster sniffs the peace lily in the planter between the two lifts as we wait.A low whir signals its approach and I cock my head. No voices. Regardless, I draw Buster to one side. The door opens. It’s empty, so we enter and I press 11. Buster sits by my feet, impatient but still, his ears pricked.
Inside, the lift smells of Daisy perfume.That’s Leo Rankin from the seventh floor. Well, not Leo; his girlfriend, Ingrid. She’s no doubt been over for their regular Friday night dinner before Leo unceremoniously bundles her off home. Ingrid drives a convertible BMW and is high up in PR for one of the state ministers.
She’s been going out with Leo for over a year but his Facebook status is still set to ‘single’; I’d dump him if I was her. His eyes always linger on me if I’m unlucky enough to be caught in the lift with him – and that’s despite my reputation in the building…
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