The Neighbor

“Any word on the fate of 2-C?”

Scroggs sipped his coffee,  shrugged. “I imagine they’ll keep it sealed.”

“Bloody hard time renting it after all that. Did you see the photos in the Sun?”

“Oh yeah. Shocking. Papers will run anything now, long as it’s horrible.”

“That it was.” She peered at the blue door that looked exactly like all the others in the complex. “Did you have any idea?”

“About him? No. Seemed a normal enough bloke. Kept himself to himself.”

“I never cared for the way he looked at me.”

“Well, he hated women. Proved that sure enough.”

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