Tomy’s number came up on the phone’s screen. ‘Hello, Tomy. How’s things?’
‘Oh. I was after Brad Culley. This is his phone, isn’t it?’
What is it with people expecting me to be rude and unpleasant? ‘Hilarious. How are you?’
‘Good. Sandy said you were under a bit of pressure of late. How are you holding up?’
The small talk would have sent the old Brad into a tailspin of witty, sarcastic retorts. This Brad couldn’t be bothered. ‘It’s been hard. Getting there. What can I do for you?’
‘Sophie Marris contacted me. She is trying to reach Ebony again, apparently.’
‘What does she want?’
Tomy used her words wisely, concisely. No frills from this woman. ‘I don’t trust her. She said she wants to speak to Ebony about the book she’s working on, but can’t reach her. Asked me to speak to you.
Tomy
