Chapter 19Dazzling fingers of sunlight streamed through the window of Joe Cutler's room as he sat with his feet up on the bed the following morning. He'd pulled one of the curtains halfway across the window to prevent the sun from shining directly into his eyes and now he checked the time on his watch for the third time in as many minutes. Breakfast for Joe had been a hurried affair, and he'd left Winston and Sally to finish their third cup of coffee together as he needed to make a very important phone call from the privacy of his room.
As soon as his watch read eight-thirty Joe dialled his own office number. The ever reliable Mavis Hightower answered on the second ring.
“Mavis, hello. How are you?” he enquired.
“Fine as ever, Mr. Cutler, thank you for asking.”
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