The house is a target; unassuming, wan, anaemic — yet, it’s a coveted target. Seen through the leafy plane trees of Baildon Rd, it stands out from the rest. It’s incandescent. The house is for sale, and all of Grey Lynn knows it. On a late summer afternoon, the neighbours will gather on the small grass verge outside the house; James and Maria will be among the bidders.
Matt and Ryan, the agents, and Marian, the auctioneer, will be there too. There’ll be throngs of rubberneckers. So many will come and watch yet another Grey Lynn house exceed expectations; thrilling for some, frightening for others. And this property will set a record.