![]() ![]() Even if she didn’t, she could probably find whoever at Lo’s work had made the booking. ![]() The boat had been taking them back to – Hull, was it? Or was she flying back? I tried to remember what she’d told me, but I couldn’t. Lo was due back today – although how and when, I had no idea. It was Thursday – wasn’t it? No wait – it was Friday – Friday 26th. I stood under the shower with the water pounding on my aching head and tried to work out what to do. ![]() Three hang-ups, two sweary messages telling me to “get my fucking arse in gear,” and one text from my mobile provider reminding me that I need to get the call bar lifted to run up any further credit. I listened, blearily, to the answerphone messages while the shower heated up and sure enough, they were. There were half a dozen missed calls on my phone, but all from a blocked number, and I strongly suspected they were all Kevin. Get yourself in the office, pronto, Lewis, before I fire you and give this story to someone else.” “Lo?” barked an Aussie voice down the phone. I grabbed it, glanced at the phone – blocked number – and picked up. By the heat of it against my butt, I guessed it had been going for some time. I was woken, I’m not sure what time, by my cell phone frantically buzzing in my back pocket. ![]()
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