Chapter Twenty
The Seeds of Doubt
“Hello, mate,” said Johnson when Don picked up the telephone receiver. “I’m sorry to bother you. I know you must be busy with your new life, but I thought you wouldn’t mind a call from an old friend.”
Don wasn’t sure that the two of them could ever have been described as “old friends,” but he decided to let that pass.
“You really are full of it!” he said, laughing. “What can I do for you, Dave?”
Johnson became serious. “I’ve had a call from the Met, our pal, Sergeant Watson,” he said.
“Oh yeah?” Don was intrigued. “I guess something’s turned up on the death of Ray Mortimer?” he asked.
“Well, yes and no,” came the guarded reply. “I know you must be sick of me saying this to you but…”
“I know, I know. What you’re going to tell me is super confidentia
