The Building SiteIt was with trepidation that I opened the front door to my apartment the following morning to find the rock was where I had left it. Relieved, I stepped out in the early morning cool and knocked on Dolores' door. She was surprised to see me and took a moment to recognise my face. I asked her if she had been in my house, or if she had seen or knew of anyone who had. I didn't mention the rock but I said I thought I had had an intruder, twice. She said she had no spare key and she had not seen anyone enter. She told me to contact the agent, who would ask the owner, who lived in Gran Canaria. She looked bemused, shook her head and mentioned the police. I thanked her for her trouble and asked her to keep an eye out. She said she would and I thanked her and returned to my apartm
