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Leaning over and retrieving the jacket, Nick dug through the pockets until he found the telephone, still ringing.

"Should I answer it?" he asked Noah.

"Might as well. We can always pass any message on to Jim later," his partner replied.

Pushing the 'okay' button, Nick spoke into the phone: "Hello, Jim's phone?" he said.

"Ah … yes, is Jim there?" asked a male voice hesitantly.

"No, sorry, but I'm a friend of Jim's," Nick replied. "I seem to have ended up with his phone by mistake. Can I give him a message? I should see him in a day or so."

"Is Jim okay?" asked the voice.

"Yeah … why do you ask?" said Nick suspiciously.

"It's just that he rang and left a message on my machine - a bit strange, something about calling the police …"

"Really? He's been in a bit of trouble," said Nick, "but he's okay now. The police have spoken to him, and I think he's in hospital in Newcastle … but just for observation!" he added hurriedly. "Who's calling?"

"Uh, my name's Tony, I'm a friend of Jim's."

"Tony? Not Tony Larissa?"

"Err, yes, that's me."

"Tony, it's Nick. Nick Giannis!"

"Oh, hi Nick, how are you?"

"Fine, thanks."

"So what's all the bother with Jim then?" Tony's voice had softened considerably once he realised he knew the other person. They weren't exactly friends, but enough of acquaintances for the conversation to become much more relaxed.

"Well, it's a bit hard to explain," said Nick, not knowing how much he should say about what had happened. "It seems Jim got into some problems with a guy he was seeing, and this guy has been hurt. Jim's okay, but he's still in hospital, and the police are still talking to him."

"Shit!" said Tony. "I hope there isn't any problem because I didn't get his message until now."

"Tony, can you tell me exactly what the message was that Jim left? It might help Jim with what's happened to him." Nick waited, holding his breath, hoping Tony would not get difficult about it.

"Sure, Nick," Tony said with relief in his voice. "Jim rang my home yesterday, and left a message on my answering machine. I was out of town, and only got back today. It was a kinda weird message, so I thought I better call first and see if he was okay."

Nick tried to hide his curiosity and his confusion. "Can you tell me when he rang?"

"The machine time stamped it as just after 2.30 yesterday afternoon …"

"Okay," said Nick coaxing Tony along. "Exactly what did the message say?"

"Would you like me to play it for you?"

"Yes! That would be perfect if you would."

"Okay, hang on while I hit the machine …"

Nick waited for a few seconds, and then heard a metallic recording of Jim's voice being played back over the phone.

'Hey Tony, it's Jim. Listen, I have a huge favour to ask. Something's gone terribly wrong with the guy I've been seeing lately. I'll explain the whole story to you later, but can you just do this for me as soon as possible? I need you to ring the police from a public phone - somewhere where your call can't be traced or connected to you - and tell them that there's been a shooting and that they should check it out straight away. Tell them to go to the Smith property, on Barrington Road, Karuah, and tell them to check the cellar beneath the house. As soon as you've done it, hang up. I'll call you in a day or so.'

The message ended, and then Tony came back on the line. "Did you get all of that?" he asked.

"Yeah, thanks!" said Nick. "Listen, can you keep that message - don't delete it, okay? I'm sure Jim will explain everything as soon as he gets back."

"Okay," said Tony uncertainly.

"Thanks." Nick ended the call. "Well, well, well," he said as he looked to Noah with surprise in his eyes. He repeated the whole conversation to his partner, including the message Jim had left on Tony's answering machine.

"Now how do you think Jim managed to make a phone call if he was bound and cuffed into that sling?" he asked with amazement. "And his voice on the machine sounded a little put out, but not shocked or terribly upset either."

His partner murmured an astonished agreement. "Does that phone have a log of outgoing calls?" Noah asked suddenly.

"Ahm … yes!" Nick replied.

"See if you can recognise the last few calls made from it."

Nick played with the phone, pressing buttons here and there. "The last call was definitely to the same number as the one that just came in," he said. "So that ties up - if you'll pardon the pun - with what Tony said. Jim rang Tony from this phone." He pressed some more buttons, and let out a sigh. "And the call before that was made to a number I think I recognise. Wait a minute!"

Nick quickly dialed the number he was looking at again, and waited for a few seconds then hung up quickly. "Yep!" he declared. "That was Michael's home number. I just got his answering machine!"

Noah said nothing, but he was obviously deep in thought. Eventually he broke his silence. "There's something I want to check when we get home," he said. "It might explain part of the mystery at least."

They were only a few minutes away from their home, and finished the trip in silence. As soon as they arrived, Indiana jumped from the car and raced inside, ready for a toilet break, while Nick and Noah followed a little more leisurely. Once they had settled themselves after the trip, Nick turned to his man.

"So, what is it that you want to check?"

"Follow me," said Noah mysteriously. As Nick did as asked, Noah opened the door of their basement and headed downstairs.

"Hmmm, a bit of fun?" said Nick with a grin.

"No," replied Noah, "but I want to try something. Pass me those two sets of handcuffs, babe." As he spoke, he laid himself back into the sling.

Nick looked on bewildered as Noah attached the cuffs to the supporting chains at the head of the sling, and then snapped first one and then the other closed around his wrists. The second was more difficult, since he had to stretch over with the first wrist already restrained, but he managed to complete the task relatively easily.

Nick stared at his mate, lying back in the sling, his arms restrained, his legs drooping, fully clothed. "Noah, you know I love seeing you in the sling, and cuffed, but shouldn't you have taken your clothes off first?"

Noah ignored the sarcasm in Nick's voice. "Can you check that these things are properly locked?" he asked instead. Nick reached for the silver wristlets, and confirmed that each was securely fastened.

Once again, Noah began to stretch one hand to the other, fingers flexing as he scrabbled at a small spike of metal near the locking mechanism. With a bit of effort he found what he was looking for, and there was a very slight 'click' before the cuff opened, freeing his hand. From there it took no more than a few seconds for him to release the other cuff and free himself once again.