‘I got robbed. My apartment did, I mean. I only need help to secure it so I can go back and get myself together.’ My voice is barely audible as it breaks again, and I try hoarsely to talk. It’s obvious I am either sick or utterly exhausted. I’m both. ‘I need you to help me get my door shut and locked, that’s all. I’m sorry to ask this of you, but I didn’t know who else to call.’ Tears are blinding me as I struggle to get my last lacklustre words out.

‘Don’t think ...