Proserpina: Alarm

Philippe

The building he had been pointed out to was the address for Amelia Perez, the mystery woman Paddy had last been seen meeting up with at the gay bar named Ostriches in the Arctic.

He glanced around himself. No security cameras on the landings, of course.

It was a rundown building in a shabby part of the town. The smell of frying onions and urine had assailed his nostrils as he entered the building with his men, just a couple of them. He did not want to alarm the woman and then again, he did not know what had happened to Paddy. But Philippe and seen enough organised crime to suspect that all was not well.

The drumming sound of the rain had increased the isolating feeling he knew was palpable on the landing. He had yet to come face to face with any other inhabitant of the building. A distant sound of barking as one of the occupants on the floor below him, opened and shut the door, alerted him to the fact that there were people in the building with the mouldy walls and the leakin