Chapter Ten – 22 years and 9 months before the collapse
Jim was walking back from the university when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
“You are under arrest.”
Jim swung around to see Tony.
“Tony! How are you?”
“You didn’t even jump. You must have a clear conscience. How’s your wife?”
“She’s very well; we’ve got a one month old baby girl now.”
“A girl? Can you afford it?”
“We can’t,” said Jim.
“Listen, Jim,” said Tony, who hadn’t been listening. “Look in that shop window.”
“What about it?” asked Jim, looking at a display of the new stretch phones.
“There are some superb models,” Tony spoke unnecessarily loudly and then dropped his voice to almost a whisper. “Look to your left.”
“What am I looking for?”
“The fat man in the grey coat, can you see him?”
“Yes. He’s walking away.”
