Chapter Twelve
The Breakdown
I spent the rest of the afternoon making phone calls. Well actually, just one phone call. I spent about ten minutes being shuffled through the Scotland Yard telephone system and finally wound up with the Narcotics Division of all places. Giving the phones up as a lost cause, I walked to the rather conspicuous black sedan parked down the street and requested that the two young men inside the car inform Harris Bowman that I wished to speak with him. I was pleased to hear the pub phone ringing as soon as I stepped back inside.
"The Clever Thief Pub and Restaurant, how may I help you?"
"Aurora, it's Harris. I trust this is important."
"You need a new secretary. I think I spoke to every department but yours."
"Was there a reason you decided to call, or are you just trying to make my life difficult?"
"I've got Skyler." There was a moment of silence on Harris' end.
"Define 'got.'"
"I can help you capture him. But I want something in return." Harris sighed dramatically.
"What sort of something?"
"Anything."
"Pardon?"
"A favor, my good man, a favor. To be redeemed at a later date." I could almost hear the wheels turning in his head. Capturing a wanted fugitive would be a serious career boost, but owing a favor to a known criminal could be a serious liability. Decisions, decisions.
"Fine. As long as it's nothing illegal."
"Nothing immoral." I countered.
"Done. Now, I assume you have a plan."
"That I do. But at the risk of sounding like a cheesy spy movie, I think the phones are tapped." Harris made an incredulous sound and started to protest that we were on a secure line, but stopped himself.
"Fine. I'll be at the Thief in twenty minutes." He hung up before I could make a witty rejoinder.
"Do you actually have a plan?" Holmes asked. He only heard my half of the conversation, more than enough to get the gist of it.
"Not as such, no. I'm sure we can think of one in twenty minutes."
"We?"
"This is your end of the business, not mine."
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The Breakdown
I spent the rest of the afternoon making phone calls. Well actually, just one phone call. I spent about ten minutes being shuffled through the Scotland Yard telephone system and finally wound up with the Narcotics Division of all places. Giving the phones up as a lost cause, I walked to the rather conspicuous black sedan parked down the street and requested that the two young men inside the car inform Harris Bowman that I wished to speak with him. I was pleased to hear the pub phone ringing as soon as I stepped back inside.
"The Clever Thief Pub and Restaurant, how may I help you?"
"Aurora, it's Harris. I trust this is important."
"You need a new secretary. I think I spoke to every department but yours."
"Was there a reason you decided to call, or are you just trying to make my life difficult?"
"I've got Skyler." There was a moment of silence on Harris' end.
"Define 'got.'"
"I can help you capture him. But I want something in return." Harris sighed dramatically.
"What sort of something?"
"Anything."
"Pardon?"
"A favor, my good man, a favor. To be redeemed at a later date." I could almost hear the wheels turning in his head. Capturing a wanted fugitive would be a serious career boost, but owing a favor to a known criminal could be a serious liability. Decisions, decisions.
"Fine. As long as it's nothing illegal."
"Nothing immoral." I countered.
"Done. Now, I assume you have a plan."
"That I do. But at the risk of sounding like a cheesy spy movie, I think the phones are tapped." Harris made an incredulous sound and started to protest that we were on a secure line, but stopped himself.
"Fine. I'll be at the Thief in twenty minutes." He hung up before I could make a witty rejoinder.
"Do you actually have a plan?" Holmes asked. He only heard my half of the conversation, more than enough to get the gist of it.
"Not as such, no. I'm sure we can think of one in twenty minutes."
"We?"
"This is your end of the business, not mine."
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Questions, comments, critisicms, complaints? Make your voice heard.
.•´¨`•»¦«•Kerowyn•»¦«•´¨`•.