Emily was only 19 but also enjoyed being with us and due to the fact that she had been our baby-sitter many years ago we had always got on well togeth...er. With Wendy and me both being in out forties it was good to have a young women who told us about all the new music and things going on and it made us feel a lot younger about ourselves. We had meet in the local pub and took her under our wing as she was still studying and didn’t always have enough money to get a drink or at the end of the night. It’s why I’m here.’ I turned to leave because I knew what came next and I didn’t want to hear it. Unfortunately I didn’t leave quickly enough. ‘Craig,’ I heard Hawke’s voice. ‘Get forensics on the apartment. Sweep it from top to bottom.’ ‘What are we looking for?’ ‘Blood.’ I had just reached the outside office door when I heard the word and broke down. I had to get away. I went to my office and locked the door behind me and sat down at the desk. I calmed myself down by counting backward form. ”“Mendor...” The old woman put the book aside and opened the booklet. “Second floor, apartment eighteen.”“Thanks for the help.”TING!TING!TING!The doors of all the apartments were made of steel, giving the feeling of being inside a sophisticated, giant tin can.It slid into the wall as it opened. A hand had to be keep holding it; otherwise the gears and springs inside will shut it automatically.“Hey.” Zax raised his hand.“You decided to come after all.” Mendor smiled and let him in.“Old man, did. “Flick says you’re a lesbian. That’s good. There’s far too much fucking in the theatre for its own good. Right, rehearsals tomorrow at nine. Don’t be late.”Thanks, George! The truth was it went well for me and I enjoyed it, had a lot of fun, some good reviews and a lot of great experience. Once each year, George and his utterly bizarre wife the former actress Nellie Pomeroy, threw a huge party for the theatre’s friends. For friends read people who gave money in order to kid themselves they were.