Dirty Business

He hadn't received a call at all. In truth, Alex had discreetly programmed his earpiece to flash like he was receiving a call right before following her into the shower.

He had done this to buy himself some time alone.

But he did have a call to make.

As the ringing echoed inside his head a few times, Alex hoped that who he was calling hadn't suddenly started playing New Eden, which would make him unreachable at night.

But the sound of the phone picking up made him smile.

"Who is this? How did you get this number?" came a gruff voice on the other side.

"I'm glad to see you haven't changed yet, Alfred," Alex said, stopping in front of the large windows overlooking the city.

"Alexander? I thought you were missing… When did you—"

"Yesterday. But it's not relevant to the reason for my calling. I need a favour," Alex interrupted him.

There was a pause, followed by a deep sigh.