“Where the hell have you been?”
Tip winced and held Steve’s phone a little further from his ear as Janey’s strident tones attempted to pierce clean through his left ear drum. “I got…” He paused. Aunty May was in the room, smiling at him beatifically. Would it be impolite to refer to the kidnapping? “There was a bit of a misunderstanding,” he finished weakly.
Janey groaned. “God, you haven’t been arrested again, have you? I told you—”
“No! No, I’m in Sandown. In a hotel. I’ve, er, borrowed some clothes, but they don’t fit me very well. Or at all, really. Do you think you could…”
“Right.” She sighed. “I’ll come on over. You do realize this is a really busy time of day at the café, don’t you?”
“Janey, it’s always a busy time of day at the café. And you know I wouldn’t call you if I didn’
