ND/Phone call

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The phone call doesn't come till you're back home, curling up in front of the fire while the wireless bleats out a rerun of the old Lone Ranger episodes. The ringing of the telephone brings you out of the Wild West and back to your apartment. You walk over wearily and pick up the receiver. 'Hello?'

'Hello brown-eyes. This is Estelle Riordan.'

'Hello Blondie,' you say.

'Thank you for being so considerate earlier,' the blonde says. 'I wanted to talk about the case.'

'Go ahead,' you say. 'I'm all ears.'

There is a thoughtful pause. 'Do you think you could come over?' she says. 'I'd rather discuss the details with you properly. I'm noy sure we could do it over the phone.'

You look back wistfully at the blazing fire and the chair you were curled up in. Then you think about long stockinged legs and curled golden hair.

'I don't mind,' you say. 'Where is it I'm coming over to?'

'Number 17 Oakland Avenue,' Blondie says. 'How long will it take you to get here?'

'That's me you hear knocking on the door.'

The rain's coming down hard over the city, turning everything into a haze through the water. Oakland avenue is in the classier part of town. It's not exactly Beverly Hills, but it's not bad. The house is swell, even in the rain.

You pull up on the street outside the house. It would be foolish to leave it in the driveway. The neighbors might get ideas. Then again, you're pretty sure the neighbors have some good ideas already.

Blondie opens the door for you when you ring. She's in a long, quilted dressing gown that comes down all the way to the floor, the belt hugging her waist and showing off that perfect hourglass figure. Her hair is done up the way it was that morning, curled neatly, framing her face.

'About time you showed up,' she says, letting you in. 'I'd almost given you up as a bad deal. I was about to go to bed.'

'Well don't let me keep you...'

'Sorry. Let's get down to business, shall we?'