12
Manchester, 1998
I live in one of the inner city high rises. One of a block of six towers. A right f*****g jungle. The perfect place to live under the radar of the law. And a stone’s throw from where I do most of my work.
Trouble is, it’s seventeen stories up. And the lift’s out again. Someone kicked the pissing door in. Probably a speed-freak or meth head.
If I catch 'em doing it, I'm gonna drop 'em off the roof. In the meantime, I've gotta run up flight after flight. Until I hit the fifteenth.
My feet pound over the concrete flags as I run along the open-air corridor down the side of the building.
I open the door and race inside. Find Yunjin curled up on my bed, sleeping. She startles awake as I fling open the door on the old, cheap, freestanding wardrobe.
Yunjin rubs her eyes.
