She was beside herself with worry. He’d been gone a whole two months. No word. Disappeared into thin air.
Then that evening, just after dinner, came the call:
Mrs. Duggan?
Yes
Chung here. We’ve just received some information
Yes?
We have been told to suggest the spare room.
The spare room?
Absolutely. Did you get round to checking the spare room?
Silence.
Monica Duggan put the phone receiver to one side, got up, padded to the spare room, heart pounding and warily pushed the stiff door open.
There he was.
She never replaced the receiver. Chung hung on………
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