“Oh, cool,” Craig said as they descended the area steps outside Luke’s flat. “It’s so Upstairs Downstairs.”
“Huh?” Luke said.
“Even I’m not old enough to remember that programme,” Andy said.
“Really? I thought you were old enough to—”
Andy glared and made to swipe at Craig, who deftly moved out of reach.
“There you are. I’ve not seen hide nor hair of you for weeks.” Mr Jenkins—Luke’s neighbour from upstairs—sprung out of his flat. If Luke didn’t know better, he’d have sworn the old bastard had been lurking behind his front door. “Though that shifty looking boyfriend of yours has come sniffing around a time or two.”
Luke froze at the mention of Roger. He’d changed the locks. Sam had insisted. So there was little chance Roger had got further than the front door. Mr Jenkins would have
