Holding her under her arms, he manoeuvred her over to a corner and lowered her so she was sitting in the corner, slumped against the wall. Then crouched down in front of her. He shook her gently. ‘Julia, wake up. You need to wake up.’ She stirred slightly, muttering something unintelligible. ‘Julia. Where are your keys? Are they in your bag?’ ‘Sorry,’ she whispered. ‘I don’t know…’ ‘Excuse me,’ Leroy said. He picked up her bag and felt inside. Came across a key ring with three keys on it. He tried one key in the lock of the front entrance door. No joy. The second worked. With the door open, he picked Julia up and supporting her round the waist, took her inside. The stairs were immediately in front of the entrance door, and he led her up to the second floor. She stumbled a couple of times on the way up. He noticed that each apartment door had a large black letter screwed to it, H, I, J, onwards along the corridor.
