Chapter 36 Charlie
CHARLIE
Charlie blows out his cheeks and falls into his office chair, knowing that his back is up against the wall, both figuratively and literally.
He picks up the phone from his desk and taps the side of it, questioning whether he really needs to make the call, while all the while knowing he has no choice.
“Yep,” comes a gruff voice at the other end.
Charlie stays silent, all too aware that once he puts the wheels in motion, he won’t be able to stop them.
Because Jack Murphy doesn’t appreciate being messed about.
He’s a no-nonsense man who gets things done, with few brave enough to question him.
But Charlie had unwittingly endeared himself to his old school friend last year, when he’d offered him Indigo’s chef’s table for a special occasion, because the restaurant was fully booked.
“That was one of the best meals I’ve ever had,” said Jack, clamping him into a bear hug when he left. “I owe you one.”
Well, now it was time to call in the favor.
“It’s me,” says Charlie. “It needs to be done tomorrow.”
“I’ll get it sorted,” says Jack.
Charlie’s jaw tenses with pent-up anticipation. “Do anything you need to do, to make it look real.”
“Anything?”
Charlie closes his eyes to the images that bombard him.
“Yeah, anything,” he says.