NOT ONE TO LOOK A GIFT horse in its cloaked face, I stepped through and started to ascend. I couldn’t tell where the golden light was coming from, but it certainly gave the flight of steps a more cheerful ambience. A warm breeze flowed past me, stirring the hairs on my arms which were still standing at attention. The breeze brought that enticing hint of cinnamon. Must be Chelsea buns up there for the crew. Or maybe gluhwein. That would go down nicely on a night like this.
The whole rooftop area was bathed in the same golden glow. But I couldn’t see any additional lighting. As I looked around, trying to locate where it was coming from, I saw that the film crew were conspicuous by their absence. Unless that was them standing against the low walls that bordered the rooftop, wearing dark red
