Property might be theft. But the housing market is murder. My name is Al. I live in wealthy people's second homes while their real owners are away. I don’t rob them, I don’t damage anything… I’m more an unofficial house-sitter than an actual criminal. Life is good. Or it was - until last night, when my friends and I broke into the wrong place, on the wrong day, and someone wound up dead. And now … now we’re in a great deal of trouble.
