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It was just after one a.m. Mitch lay awake thinking back over the case. He calculated it was seven a.m. in Berlin. He had left it a day before calling, rolled over, picked up his phone and dialed Adam Forster’s phone. Adam answered on the second ring.
“You’re up late,” Adam answered.
“You know how it is. How are you? I didn’t wake you?” Mitch asked.
“No, I’ve been up for a while. I’m better, embarrassed …” Adam said.
“There’s no need to be. Really,” Mitch assured him.
“I’ve been under worse pressure than that, Mitch,” Adam said. “You know I’ve seen a lot worse; I don’t know why …” his voice trailed off.
Mitch sat up and leaned against his bed head. “It accumulates, all that stuff. But sometimes it’s the unexpected that trips you up.”
There were a few moments of silence before Ad
