Thirty-Nine
It was almost eight when Guthrie finally left the station and made his way west towards home. He had called Jacquie, but the call went straight to voicemail. He didn't leave a message, instead, opting to send a short text.
Fancy a drink - if it's not too late?
He pocketed his phone and climbed into the MG. Just past the football ground on the edge of town, as he was negotiating a roundabout, the phone started buzzing.
"Bugger it!" He changed down a gear and then switched hands on the steering wheel, trying to recover the phone from his right trouser pocket. Without looking at the caller ID, he answered.
"Hello, this is Tom."
"Tom. How are you? This is Jacquie."
"Oh, aye, hello Jacquie." Guthrie switched hands again for another gear change.
"Is this a good time? You soun
