Mike Dixon

David felt a surge of adrenalin.
„You‟re sick, Harald. You‟re a bloody pervert. That‟s
what you are. That‟s why Sue Lynne left you.‟
There was heavy breathing and another voice spoke,
trying to calm Harald – but without success.
„I‟ll ask you just one more time,‟ Harald screamed. „Will
you sign?‟
„No, Harald.‟
„You‟ll regret this. You stupid little bastard. You might
think you‟re in with that bitch but you‟re not. You‟re a nobody.
If you can‟t understand that, you‟re dead.‟
Harald slammed down the phone and David returned
his attention to the regulator. He picked it up and put it
back down. He needed someone to talk to. Above all, he
needed to speak to Sue Lynne. He‟d tried many times
since returning from Hong Kong but had always got her
answering machine. This time he heard her voice and it
didn‟t sound recorded. He knocked the regulator off the
bench in his excitement.
„Sue Lynne, it‟s me.‟
There was a brief pause.
„David, I‟m so relieved.‟
„I‟ve been trying to phone you, Sue Lynne.‟
„I got your message, David. You said Doris gave you
the suitcase. What did you do with it?‟
„I had a bit of trouble, Sue Lynne.‟
„What?‟
„There were drugs in it.‟
„How do you know?‟
„I got zonked out on them.‟
He told her about the powder and she sounded
alarmed.
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