The phone rang around eight a.m, when most of the agency was trying to rest.

The usual response to something like this would be to (a) ignore it (Lockwood); (b) ask them politely to ring back (George); or (c ) send them away with a shrill torrent of abuse (Lucy: she gets grumpy when she’s tired).

In this case, it was you answering the retched phone.

“It’s Lockwood.”

“Oh god, what did he do now?” You ask tiredly.

There’s a chuckle from the other side of the phone, “No, it’s me, Lockwood.”