Chapter 29

He had—he had time to think about it.22ndAugust 2009

“He had time to think about it!”

Yazid was disturbed from his evening—and the hysterical argument between mother and daughter on the soap—by the entrance buzzer. He groaned, heaving himself off the sofa. It had been a lazy day inside, thanks to the thunderstorm and a power cut at work that hadn’t yet resolved itself. It was still lashing it down now.

“Yo,” he said into the receiver, expecting his neighbour from across the hall to have locked himself out again.

“Hey,” said a distinctly beggar-my-neighbour voice instead. “Can I come up?”

“Sure,” Yazid said, depressing the button on autopilot. He found himself frowning already though, and unhooked the chain across the door to open it. Ali—supposedly—wasn’t around this weekend at all. “What happened?” he called as a shadowy figure jogged up the stairs and through the cracked glass door.