Chapter 2

“No, no.” The barman laid a hand on Nigel’s arm. “No extra charge. It was my fault for messing up the order.”

“Thank you.” Nigel would have said more but his mobile phone beeped with an incoming message.

The barman went back behind the bar and Nigel fished out his phone. Alas, the text wasn’t from Phil.

You and mr muscles still eating, or…His friend Tracy ended her message with a smirky emoticon.

Hes running late Nigel texted back.

Tracy sent an image of a frown.