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armchair facing the landline.

I had already calculated the timing. Arrival in New York. Customs. Bags. Taxi from the airport. They would reach the apartment a little after eight.

At 8:15, the phone rang.

I let it ring twice more before answering.

“Hello.”

Richard came through the line at full volume.

“What the hell is this? Are you insane? Did you actually continue reading …