CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Sean climbed the few steps to the first floor corridor. It was surprisingly dark, despite the glowing bulb hanging on its plaited flex. He looked at a beautifully inscribed sign on one of the doors: Common Room.
‘Common Room – for common people?’ He laughed at his own joke, turned the knob and pushed open the door.
He wandered into the drawing room and took a few moments to admire the original plaster cornicing and marble fireplace.
‘Impressive.’ The door swung to behind him.
Ensuring he was alone, he went down on one knee. ‘Tina, me darlin’, would you do me the great honour – ’ He shook his head and laughed and got back up onto his feet. ‘No, she’ll think that way too uncool.’
He wandered over to the Victorian sash window and looked through the grimy panes to the wa
