CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
He knocks on the door of the guy next door, and he opens the door looking bewildered as Travis says, ‘Any chance I could climb over your balcony, try and get into the flat next door where they were? I might be able to find something they left behind, point me to where they are.’
‘Ah, I don’t know. Yeah, I guess it would be alright.’
He opens the door wide. Travis walks in. It’s a small neat flat. Couch, one armchair, big screen TV, small kitchenette, tidy, nothing out on the benches.’
‘I’m Micky,’ the guy says, puts out his hand. Travis shakes his hand, the guy looks at him directly in the eyes.
Travis says, ‘I’ll check that balcony.’
He walks through the lounge, opens the door, looks to his right. It’s an easy climb over, and when he gets there the door is not e
