The phone at the other end rang and rang, and Keith
was afraid that it would divert to a standard contact line, but just as he
began to despair of getting a reply, a grumpy voice said, “Macedon Police
Station, Sergeant de Graves speaking.”
In his distress, Keith’s accent strengthened as he
spoke. “Colin, were ya the blaoke who
picked up Cody on Mt Macedon a coupla waiks agao?”
The voice at the other end sounded more awake. “Yes.”
“The killer’s got him again.”
“Right. Do you know where they are?”
“Naow. But it’s
possible, isn’t it, that they’re drivin’ to the mount? We’re here at his flat and the coppers here
are bein’ difficult. I daon’t think
they’re takin’ us seriously. Colin, he’s
goin’ ta kill them.”
“Them?” Colin’s tone sharpened.
“Him an’ Luigi!
If the police aren’t goin’ ta halp, then we’ll have ta do somethin’.”
“Lemme talk to them!”
Keith was glad to hear the urgency in Colin’s voice.
“’Kay.”
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