JULIAN

My heart was still pounding as I paced around my living room, trying to comprehend the events in apartment three. It had been a long time since I’d felt like a hero and a much longer time since I’d been in a physical altercation with a criminal.

It had only happened once before when some reprobate tried to steal my wallet on a family holiday to Barbados. My kids had watched me battle with the thief, and I’d won. I’d held the wallet over my head like I was Apollo, and we’d had a celebratory round of ice cream sundaes by the pool.

Such a shame I didn’t have...