He looks like his head's rusted, Michael thought. No one can have natural hair that colour. But that has to be my IRA doctor.
He stood, lifting a hand to get the doctor's attention. The doctor nodded and moved to Michael's table. Both men exchanged names and handshakes, before heading up to the counter to order coffee.
The doctor pulled out his wallet. "I'm paying," Michael said instantly, pushing his corporate credit card at the woman behind the counter. "Are you going to have cake with your coffee? Those brownie things look good." He jerked his head toward the cake cabinet, his eyes on the doctor.
The doctor looked longingly at the cakes. "Allie, can you get us two brownies, please? You know how I like them."
The woman behind the counter winked at the doctor. "Sure, Dr Aidan. You know your friend will never eat them any other way again…"
What did I just miss? Michael wondered. Is the code with the coffee shop lady and not his wife?
Allie processed the payment and promised to bring their order to their table, if the gentlemen would just sit down…
Michael and Aidan returned to Michael's previous table by the window, overlooking the hospital gardens.
"I'd like to record our chat, if that's okay. Saves me taking notes while we talk," Michael began.
The doctor raised rusty eyebrows before he nodded. "Fair enough."
Michael set his mp3 player on the table beside the sugar and set it to record.
"Could you state your name for the record, please?"
The doctor inclined his head. "Doctor Aidan Lannon, GP. I work in the Emergency Department at St Elsie's Hospital."
Michael nodded. "Can you tell me about the events in the Hell Corporation building on 28th February of this year?"
"I met my girlfriend for lunch and made her a marriage proposal." Aidan shrugged. "What else do you want to know?"
Michael stopped the recording. "Do you think this is a joke? I saw you in the security footage, helping some girl on the foyer floor. It didn't look like you were propositioning her."
"You mean Caitlin Lockyer?" Aidan asked, looking sad. "That poor girl…"
Michael fumbled for the mp3 player, trying to turn it on again. "Can you state her name again for the record?"
"Caitlin Lockyer," Aidan repeated, wrinkling his moustache-sized eyebrows.
"Did you know her?" Michael prompted.
Aidan laughed. "Of course. She's a very dedicated medical student, even if she is a thief."
Michael leaned forward. "A thief?" That was new. Most people called her an angel, not a petty criminal.
Aidan laughed harder. "I believe I'll have to explain in a bit more detail for you, Mr Dunn."
"Please do." Michael spread his hands wide, inviting revelation in whatever form it came.
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Going Down (Nightmares Prequel)
Mystery / Thriller“Find Al Himar. That’s one terrorist who’s going down!” After a dead terror suspect’s body is found, anti-terrorist operatives search her house. The only clue she left was a handwritten diary. Cryptic references to Al Himar and six people are all th...
