Fear: The Enemy Downstairs
It takes eight minutes for the police to arrive. Randolph Tiefenthaler is waiting for them at the door to his apartment. He invites the officers in. His 78-year-old father is waiting in the kitchen.
“I shot the tenant in the basement apartment,” says the old man. A pistol lies in front of him: a Walther PPK 7.65 mm Browning. Six months earlier, all was still right with the world.