Pennies from Heaven

While clutching the handgun inside the pocket of his grey overcoat, it began to dawn upon Harry there would be no response to the knocks he had made on the front door of the flat. He began to wonder how he would face Frederick without the money. Harry turned from the door and made his way to the top of the stairs. From where he stood, the second floor was beyond his view. He glanced down at his shoes that now glistened in the dim light of the corridor before taking the first step down the stairs.