Chapter 11
I was just heading out Tuesday morning when the phone rang.
“Hello?” I asked, trying to shrug into my coat while still holding the receiver.
“Simon, it’s me,” a quiet and disturbed voice said.
It took me a second or two to work out who was calling. “Roy?” The fact he was calling at this time couldn’t be good.
“I got a letter in this morning’s post.”
“Oh?”
“I’ve got an appointment with the specialist on Thursday afternoon.”
“This Thursday?” I asked in surprise.
“Yes.”
This definitely couldn’t be good news. The National Health Service moved pretty slowly in most respects, but when something was urgent it could move very fast.
“Yes. One o’clock.”
“Right, yes, right.” I was momentarily blindsided. “Leave it with me, I’ll tell Mark, and we’ll be up on Thursday morning.”
