Slaughter in the Cotswolds (2010)
“Picking it up, the little symbol told her there was a message, and she listened guiltily to Phil’s voice. Thea? Why aren’t you answering? I only got your message late last night. You left it on the wrong phone. What’s the matter? It’s all about those dogs again, apparently. Call me on this number – and he slowly dictated the digits.
‘What does he mean, the wrong phone?’ Thea muttered. Then she remembered that he had recently made a more concerted effort to keep work and home separate, expla...ining rather tediously that it was disruptive to let the two merge too closely. She had called the home number, a mobile he kept for personal matters – and which he only bothered to check every second or third day, it seemed.
‘Well, I don’t need you any more,’ she added in a louder mutter. ‘I can get along quite nicely as I am.’ But Phil Hollis must have felt otherwise, because within ten minutes his car was sweeping down into the Hawkhill yard.MoreLess
‘What does he mean, the wrong phone?’ Thea muttered. Then she remembered that he had recently made a more concerted effort to keep work and home separate, expla...ining rather tediously that it was disruptive to let the two merge too closely. She had called the home number, a mobile he kept for personal matters – and which he only bothered to check every second or third day, it seemed.
‘Well, I don’t need you any more,’ she added in a louder mutter. ‘I can get along quite nicely as I am.’ But Phil Hollis must have felt otherwise, because within ten minutes his car was sweeping down into the Hawkhill yard.MoreLess
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