Around nine that evening, James Calver arrived back at his flat. His ginger tom, Percy, was curled up on a throw blanket that protected Calver’s brown fabric couch.
Naturally, Percy was too busy licking at its left leg to notice Calver.
Calver walked into the kitchen and placed the shopping bags onto the work surface. His cupboards and refrigerator were almost empty.
The kitchen was big enough for one – in fact, the whole apartment was perfect for a single person. It was a two-bedroom apartment, but one of those rooms was now a small gym
The kitchen and sitting room was open-plan, with only a breakfast bar to separate them. A large Ultra High Definition television hung on the right-hand wall so he could watch tv from the kitchen. The walls were painted off-white. It was also light enou
