Prince turned to Gordie. “Is that right?”
“There appear to be a few lost cards that are still operational. Yes.”
Prince had been looking at his watch and was now agitating.
“We need to get a move on. Can I get your contact details? I might be in touch with you again.”
Gordie’s meddling nature was getting the better of him. “Here is my business card. Can you tell me what this is all about. What has Buzzman been up to? Something serious. Eh?”
I just knew that secretly he was hoping that it was serious. He did not like me one bit, and would have enjoyed hearing that I was in trouble. And I was.
Prince dismissed his question, and urged me along so we could be on our way.
It was Murphy’s law that we had bumped into Gordie this morning. And according to Mr Murphy, if things could get wors
