Chapter 5
Catherine Summers had had a long day. She'd been up at six to go to the gym and had spent the day at an archiving workshop, which had concluded with a group dinner in the city. At nine o'clock, she was getting ready for bed when her mobile phone rang.
She picked it up and checked the caller details: Simon Wells. She wondered why he was calling at this time of the night. She gazed out of the window of her small one-bedroom apartment at the light in the street outside and pressed the button on her phone to answer the call.
'Hi, Simon.'
'Sorry about calling so late but I wanted to catch you before you went to bed.'
'Well, you just caught me in time. What's up?'
'I'm putting together something for next year's Fringe, and I was wondering whether you'd be interested in auditionin
