‘Mebbe five minutes in the middle flat,’ said Wilson. ‘A minute each for the others.’

‘When did the security guy leave?’

‘Late morning. I can’t remember exactly.’

‘But you’re sure he left?’

‘Oh yeah.’

‘Anyone else visit?’

‘There was a few deliveries, but it was quiet compared to how the rest of the week had been.’

‘Earlier in the week had been busy, had it?’

‘Yeah, we’d had a lot of coming and going, because of Deeby Macc arriving from LA. People from the production company were in and out of Flat Two, checking the place was set up for him, filling up the fridge and that.’

‘Can you remember what deliveries there were that day?’

‘Packages for Macc an’ Lula. An’ roses – I helped the guy up with them, because they come in a massive,’ Wilson placed his large hands apart to show the size, ‘a huh-uge vase, and we set ’em up on a table in the hallway of Flat Two. That’s the roses that got smashed.’

‘You said that caused trouble; what did you mean?’

‘Mister Bestigui had sent them to Deeby Macc an’ when he heard they’d been ruined he was pissed off. Shoutin’ like a maniac.’

‘When was this?’

‘While the police were there. When they were trying to interview his wife.’

‘A woman had just fallen to her death past his front windows, and he was upset that someone had wrecked his flowers?’

‘Yeah,’ said Wilson, with a slight shrug. ‘He’s like that.’

‘Does he know Deeby Macc?’

Wilson shrugged again.

‘Did this rapper ever come to the flat?’

Wilson shook his head.

‘After we had all this trouble, he went to a hotel.’

‘How long were you away from the desk when you helped put the roses in Flat Two?’

‘Mebbe five minutes; ten at most. After that, I was on the desk all day.’

‘You mentioned packages for Macc and Lula.’

‘Yeah, from some designer, but I gave them to Lechsinka to put in the flats. It was clothes for him an’ handbags for her.’

‘And as far as you’re aware, everyone who went in that day went out again?’

‘Oh yeah,’ said Wilson. ‘All logged in the book at the front desk.’

‘How often is the code on the external keypad changed?’

‘It’s been changed since she died, because half the Met knew it by the time they were finished,’ said Wilson. ‘But it din change the three months Lula lived there.’

‘D’you mind telling me what it was?’

‘Nineteen sixty-six,’ said Wilson.

‘“They think it’s all over”?’

‘Yeah,’ said Wilson. ‘McLeod was always bellyaching about it. Wanted it changed.’

‘How many people d’you think knew the door code before Lula died?’

‘Not that many.’

‘Delivery men? Postmen? Bloke who reads the gas meter?’

‘People like that are always buzzed in by us, from the desk. The residents don’t normally use the keypad, because we can see them on camera, so we open the door for them. The keypad’s only there in case there’s no one on the desk; sometimes we’d be in the back room, or helping with something upstairs.’