Chapter 5

Staring at himself in the mirror while he washed his hands and splashed cold water on his face, Nigel wondered if he was being played again. Phil was over a quarter of an hour late. Should he text the guy or just walk out and…

The door to the gents squeaked open. Nigel turned, maybe it was Phil come to…But it was a teenager who made a beeline for the cubicle, locking its door behind him.

Back in the bar area, a waitress carrying a tray of food passed Nigel. The soup looked and smelled appetising. And hopefully it wouldn’t fill him up too much so he could still eat when Phil arrived. “If Phil arrives,” he said under his breath.

After ordering his meal, Nigel returned to his seat. He waited until eight P.M. to text Tracy

I’m here, but mr muscles is not. AGAIN!

Within moments, Tracy texted back, B patient

Nigel returned with, ok will give him a bit longer Although how much remained to be seen.