Brodie woke early the next morning, rose, showered, dressed, and went down for breakfast. He ate heartily, having not eaten the previous night. He sat for a few minutes contemplating the recent events and thinking out his next moves.
After a while, he went back up to his room picked up his phone and dialled a familiar number. It was answered after three rings.
“Morning Xavier, I am in Madrid and I want to talk to Malik. We sort of fell out the other day and I want to apologise to her. Do you have her address?”
“Yes and she is at home, we have just spoken. I will text you her address, but please do not tell anyone. I would get into trouble!”
“Yes, I understand, thanks.”
“No problem, good luck.” Moreno ended the call.
Brodie packed his rucksack, pocketed his phone, and made his way dow
