Klempner
Damn phone...
What’s wrong with the f*****g thing?
I tap in again. Nothing happens.
I’m several floors up, heading back for my hotel room. The signal should be strong up here.
I inspect the screen...
Yes... plenty of signal...
Better contact Dakho... Get him to supply a new one...
A more reliable model this time...
Arriving at my room door...
...A brief shufti along the corridor...
... I’m alone. A quick inspection that my slicked-on hair is still in place...
... It is... a faint dark line against the white paint, which peels away, then drops to the floor as I slide the card into the lock and push the door open...
I toss the useless phone onto my bed then start to shrug off my jacket...
... and in mid-movement, I stall.
My spine prickles and without meaning to, I’m
