A graffiti grudge (Rousse)

We knew that something was wrong as soon as we emerged from our bedroom and walked into the hall. Someone had broken into our flat and scrawled messages in silver ink on the carpet. In the kitchen similar graffiti covered the dresser.

Our uninvited overnight ‘guest’ appeared to have a grudge against our family business. Whether or not our lives were endangered as a result, it was impossible to tell.

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