Re: Phonecall: Oliver K/Art C
[Hearing the message playing from his kitchen, Art squints and decides this is a prank, surely. Had the phrase 'tax returns' garnered some sort of rude innuendo when he hadn't been looking? Odd that youths up to no good would leave a number, though.
Well. Only one way to find out. Tea first, though. He takes his sweet time before wrestling with the playback on the blasted ansaphone, then dials. Ring ring.]