As I’m finishing my coffee, my mobile rings.
Michael wipes away a foam moustache with the back of his hand. “Looks like Mitch is back. Or is it Charlotte returning your call?”
“Neither. It’s come up Number Not Known…”
Number Not KnownHmmm…
Still, how many have my number?
Maybe one of Haswell’s cronies…
I shrug it off, tap in. “Hello?”
The female voice at the end of the line answers instantly. “Hello, I"d like to order pizza for two. To be delivered, please.”
It sounds like Mitch. But of course, it’s not.
soundsOdd, the games the mind plays. I’m expecting to Mitch to call me back, so it’s her voice my brain hears.
“Sorry, you’ve dialled the wrong number.”
I’m about to tap off, but the voice continues, tight and controlled. “I"d like the Four Seasons, please. And a side salad.”
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