others. His footsteps crunched on the grass. He saw her back stiffen and heave as she took a deep breath before turning around. He sensed her fear and apprehension about being out alone in the dark. She looked around furtively, betraying the usual victim mentality in her every move. She was vulnerable and knew it, which excited him. Her body relaxed the moment she turned around and saw him coming towards her. The uniform always put them at ease. It was almost too easy. He smiled, flashing his perfect teeth and asked "Hello Auntie, can I help you with those boxes?" His voice was calm and didn't betray the excitement he felt. He'd been taught that calling an older woman 'Auntie' was a sign of respect. Although he wasn't sure who'd taught him that -- it certainly hadn't been his mother. She nodded and smiled at him. "You gave me a bit of a fright," she said with her hand over her thumping heart. He could see her willing it to slow down. "I'm sorry. Didn't mean to," he said with his most sincere smile. Adjusting the strap of his rucksack, he picked up most of the boxes, leaving two for her to carry and followed her towards the flats. The swimming pool in front of the block needed attention. Brown and gold leaves crunched under their shoes as they walked past the pool. The entrance of Queenswood Gardens was dark. The light above the door had blown and the