I lit another cigarette and waited, my eyes fixed on the phone opposite me.
Even though I’d been expecting it the shrill tone of the phone ringing made me jump. I lifted the receiver and listened.
A muffled voice said, “Do exactly what I say and everything will be alright. Twenty thousand in used notes. We’ll tell you where. Involve the police and the lady dies.” Then the phone went dead.
I leant against the wall and slowly finished the cigarette wondering if the lady in question, my wife, was worth twenty thousand pounds.
On balance I decided she wasn’t.
A 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers.
Photo courtesy of – J Hardy Carroll