Sarah dialed the number given by Ryan Johnson.
"Moneylenders," a surly voice muttered.
Sarah hesitated. "Didn't you say car shop last time?" she asked the person on the other side of the call.
"Beg your pardon?" He asked.
"Never mind. I am looking for Ryan Johnson," Sarah replied.
There is nobody here by that name," the voice said.
"Don't give me that," Sarah retorted. "It is Walter, isn't it. We met yesterday when you had driven me to 'Garozzo's Ristorante.' I have a message for Ryan. Get hold of him, please, and tell him that his grandmother has had an accident and needs his help. I am on my way to the police station or I would have stayed back with her myself. And while he is at it, tell him to get her out of that god-awful place and into something nicer, and cleaner or I will do
