Mike Dixon

The man had a self-satisfied voice that infuriated David.
„Mr. Paget. I‟m acting on behalf of your cousin, Mr. Har-
ald Paget. I‟m phoning from his bedside in the spinal injuries
unit of the Mintano Clinic.‟
David‟s heart missed a beat.
„Mr. Paget. You will be aware that your cousin received
serious injuries following an attack, which you made upon
him during the course of a gathering to mark the birthday
of your grandfather, Sir George Paget.‟
David had a mental image of a man in a grey suit, sitting
beside Harald in an expensive private hospital. He guessed
he would be a lawyer or someone important like that.
„Mr. Paget. Are you still there?‟
David‟s mind went blank.
„Would you please repeat that?‟
The man started to speak but was soon interrupted.
„David!‟
He heard Harald‟s voice.
„Get off your fucking arse and pay attention to what‟s
going on. You‟re not in bloody Toy Town now. You need to
grow up or you‟ll find out what happens to silly little buggers
like you.‟
David didn‟t feel nervous any more. His cousin didn‟t
frighten him. Harald might think himself important but Da-
vid didn‟t see it that way.
„I can bring charges against you for criminal assault,‟
Harald screamed down the phone. „I can have you sent to
jail.‟
David remained silent.
„Listen, you stupid little bastard! I‟m prepared to be generous.
If you sign a statement saying you‟ve had sexual
relations with my wife, I‟ll drop all charges against you.‟
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