On the way to work, Benny went a couple of streets out of his way to a telephone box outside a corner store. It stood huddled in the faint light of a nearby street lamp. He pushed his bike into the telephone box with him and dialled triple 0.
'Do you want police, fire or ambulance?' the operator asked.
'Police, please.'
He didn't want to call them on his mobile phone in case they could trace the call to him. Maybe that was just on TV, but he wasn't taking any chances.
A sharp voice said in his ear,' What address please?'
Address? He didn't take much notice of street names and numbers, he found his way by landmarks.
'I don't know. But she lives in Marrickville. In a blue and yellow cottage. And there's a bus stop in the street and a park across the road.'
'Are you there now?'
'No.'
