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Tyrone unlocked the main door to the block of flats and headed off down the road in the direction of the boxing club.
He was still nowhere near fully recovered, but he wasn’t the sort of guy who could go long without getting back to action. He figured a few light rounds with a punchbag couldn’t do him any harm. Anyway, he’d stop if the pain got too much.
He’d barely covered thirty yards when he remembered he’d forgotten his phone. Fishing into his pocket for his keys again, he turned and headed back, and saw Elijah — his sister’s boyfriend — letting himself in through the main door.
There was nothing strange in that itself — Elijah had a key of his own — but something didn’t feel right. Rather than call out, he waited for Elijah to enter the building, then jogged up the front steps,
