McEwan"s mobile phone began ringing. He picked it up off the desk. “Hello?”
“Alex, where are you?” said Kate, sounding a little panicked.
“I"m in the office, sorting through a few things.” The office was dead now everyone was on leave. He liked it this way.
“What time is it?” she said.
“About half eleven,” McEwan said looking at his watch, a replica of a World War II fighter pilot"s chronograph.
“Oh. I missed you not being here.”
“I went home, remember? Right after dropping you off.”
“I just woke up. I had this weird dream. It had wings and looked like a Harpy. It swooped down on you and carried you off to the Underworld,” Kate said.
Being a dream someone else had it made little sense to McEwan. “Well, I"m okay. I"m sure it was nothing more than some worries you have rising to the
