I have a cunning plan. Who: Juliet Orfanos, Parvati Patil What: In which Gavrail's future is discussed, and probably more. When: Tuesday, 11 August Where: Phone conversation. Warnings: Elliptical discussions of gangland activities. Status: Complete
Markos usually handled any business that had to be conducted by telephone or e-mail; Juliet distrusted the damn appliances more or less on principle, even if her daughter swore by her Raspberry or Blackberry or whatever the thing was called. But if that was how Patil wanted to do business, so it was.
It had been explained to her that one's location could be tracked by phone signal, so she took her mobile and went out for a walk in St James' Park. A middle-aged businesswoman on a mobile was a sufficiently common sight that no one paid her any mind as she sat down on a shaded bench and dialled Patil's number.