Barry had just taken a tray of cookies out of the oven when his mobile phone started ringing. It made him jump because few people had the number. Setting down the tray and pulling the oven mitts off his hands, he crossed the kitchen to lift the phone from its charging cradle. He saw the number was local but didn’t recognize it.
“Hello?”
“Mr. Logan? This is Bill.”
Barry waited for the man to continue. When he didn’t, Barry said, “Yes, this is Barry Logan.” He hoped this wasn’t a telemarketer. They weren’t supposed to call mobiles, but…
“This is Bill.” The man repeated. There was another pause and Barry was about to tell the man he didn’t want whatever it was, when the guy continued, “You had your car towed to my garage the weekend before last.”
“Oh, yes.”
Barry had missed not having
