Chapter 22
Stefan was shaking by the time the taxi pulled up outside the flats.
He didn’t want Yannis to see the tower block. He didn’t want him to see the junkie on the second floor, or the racist graffiti in the stairwell. There was a guy on Stefan’s floor with a swastika painted on his door, and EDL posters all over the communal doors.
There was something wrong about Yannis being here, in his well-fitted jeans and his thick-framed glasses.
All the way up to the flat, though, Yannis didn’t say a word. The block was quiet, for once, and Stefan fumbled with the keys to get Yannis into the flat and out of the way before any of his neighbours could come out and see him.
“Council?” Yannis guessed as the door finally popped open and Stefan pushed him inside.
“Um, yeah…”
Yannis cast an e
