It was a cold October afternoon on that bland estate. Rally-jacket weather. Fogged-up windows. A draught coming from somewhere under the dash. It was easy to find the house, though. Look for the Alfasud Ti. Can't miss it.
I parked and walked towards the door, noting the shattered mirrors on both sides of the Alfa but their frames still intact. I smiled, imagining him blasting the 'Sud through a gap just wide enough to catch the frames by a millimetre both sides.
I rang the bell.