She took a final look around, slung her rucksack to the front, threw a Tiger Lily from her rucksack onto the body, put on her long coat and left by the stairs, following the signs to the fire exit at the back of the building. She pushed down on the panic bar with her forearm went outside and eased it shut again with her shoulder. Lily had never been out the back before, but she knew that there was a narrow service alley leading to the front. She hurried along it and turned onto the pavement away from the front door to the apartments.
She was on crowded streets again now with no-one likely to find Aeng until the cleaner went in on Friday afternoon, but the body should not rot too quickly either because of the powerful aircon system she had left running.
It was nine p.m. and now she had a
