Chapter 5

“Oh good. That’s not far from me,” said Miles. “I’ll call about eleven and then drive over. Have a good night.”

The phone went dead before Tony could reply. And before Tony realised he hadn’t given Miles his number. Thank God for caller ID.

The following morning, almost dead on eleven, the phone rang. Tony picked it up.

“Hey Tony. Are you ready?”

“Nearly.” He’d been ready since ten.

“Okay, what’s the address?”

Tony gave Miles his address.

“Great, I’ll be ten to fifteen.”

Tony hung up and hurried into the bathroom to check himself for the fiftieth time that morning. He was wearing a white collared T-shirt with navy stripes and navy dress pants. He knew Miles was a snappy dresser so he wanted to impress. He was going to put on his navy Dockers, but decided against them and put on his black Doctor Martins instead. His hair was stylishly mussed up.

A knock on the door speared through the silence of Tony’s small flat.

“Coming,” he shouted.