He needed to make a phone call. He glanced up and down the street. No one could be around when the call was made. Good thing this was known as the shady part of town, anyone who knew what was good for them didn’t dare venture here.
He reached into his pocket for his cell phone, he didn’t really want to risk his call being traced but what other options did he have? His pocket turned up empty. Oh the phone was in his glove box.
He walked briskly back to his car which he had parked in the shadows. He didn’t want to draw unnecessary attention to himself. He pulled his cell phone from the glove box only to find it was dead flat. His sister had told him many times that if he left his phone on a flat surface the battery would drain faster but he never listened to his sister, she was usually wrong.
About that phone call. He needed to make it, but how? There was a trilling ring from behind him. He flung himself around in surprise. He hadn’t realised there was a phonebox.
He crept towards it, looked around making sure no one had crept into the alley while he wasn’t looking, he picked up the receiver and wiped the ear and mouth pieces with a disposable tissue.
“Hello?”
“Hello Johnnie” The voice on the other end sneered his name.
“Who is this?”
“You should know Johnnie. You were just about to call me.”
“Fitzgerald?” He asked uncertain.
“The one and only.”
He looked around himself again. “How did you know I was going to call?”
Fitzgerald ignored him. “Let’s play a game Johnnie.”
“What kind of game?”
“I’ve got your daughter.”
