Ducie by Chris Freeman

  Chapter 60. Permission

  PC Kevin felt the satisfying, warm buzz of his mobile phone in his trouser pocket. Sooner than he’d expected, but he’d known the message was coming. He put the phone to his ear and navigated the maze of robotically spoken options that eventually lead him to one that advised, “You have one new voicemail”. The line crackled and what sounded like wind or traffic dominated the line for a few seconds before it was punctuated by the sound of someone clearing their throat.

  - Hello? Has it started?Right…. If you’re sure you know what you’re getting into. Exactly where you just pulled the car in. 11pm. Tomorrow. Just you though, ok? Ok…erm.... bye.