Transcript from a television news report, 20 November 2006
. . . This exclusive apartment block overlooking Dublin Bay was the unlikely setting for the grisly scene that unfolded this chilly winter morning. Gardaý´ were alerted by neighbours, concerned about an increasingly unpleasant odour coming from behind the door of the third-floor apartment. On gaining entry, what they discovered was shocking and tragic. Inside the luxury apartment, on a sofa, were the decomposing remains of
a man. He may have been dead for two weeks or more.
The assistant state pathologist is at the scene
right now, but because of the condition of the body it
won’t be possible to establish cause of death for some
time. A Garda spokesperson refused to confirm or rule
out any possibility, including foul play or suicide.
The man cannot yet be identified, and even if, as
seems most likely, he was the occupier of the
apartment, very little seems to be known about him.
The mailbox in the main hallway has no name on it,
just the apartment number, and only one of his
neighbours appears to have spoken to him. The young
woman didn’t wish to go on camera, but she told me he
was a quiet, good-looking man in his mid-thirties,
always rather distant. As if, she said, and I’m
quoting here, ‘nothing you might say would ever be of
interest to him. He never even told me his name.’