The squat was housed in a disused 1960’s three storey office block, apparently designed to be as ugly as the architects, obviously deranged, mind could make it. It resembled, and probably took its inspiration from, an egg crate, with pre-cast concrete panels with tiny windows in the deep recesses of the egg-crate. Extraneous bits and pieces and odd projections went off in all directions, apparently without out any connection to any of the other bits and pieces.
The interior had been gutted of all interior fittings such as partitions and furniture, but the toilets and a run-down kitchen remained intact.
Josie had been told about the squat by Devin, the Kings Cross dealer.
After he had sold her two small foil wraps of h****n for £20 apiece and she had fed and placated the dragon, he aske
