On my way to the office I pulled over at the first public phone box I saw. Using my mobile phone would alert Jimmy to my number and give him the opportunity to trace me. I dialled the phone number Frida had given me.
'Hello.'
'I want to order some product please."
'Ok, who's speaking?'
The tone was high-pitched and clipped.
'Carl.' It was the first name that popped into my head.
‘Ok, Carl, what sort of product?’
This wasn't in the script. ‘Some of your overseas products.’
'Who gave you this phone number?'
'A friend of a friend.'
Silence. Was he going to refuse? I half wished he would.
'I can't divulge their name,' I said.
‘Ok, meet me tonight in the public bar at The Waterloo in St Kilda at six o'clock. If we decide to order it for you, it's ten thousand dollars. Five up front.
