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 standing stock-still, Glock in ha
