A tenant in our building moved out. So Rosie and I had a nose around his empty flat.
I loved the space, it's on the top floor, and the view out of the window was amazing with the
full moon. I never met the tenant, but I knew his footsteps on the stairs. Heavy, slow and
methodical. In my mind they were the footsteps of a killer, like Robert Mitchum in Night
of the Hunter.
