Dead if You Don’t

45

Saturday 12 August

20.30–21.30

Adrian Morris was doing a check of the stadium, as the crowds slowly dispersed from the bars. His mobile phone rang. It was the same male voice with the Eastern European accent as before.

‘Mr Morris, you will have learned by now that there was no detonator in the camera device. Please do not think this was an oversight, it was deliberate. I have no intention of killing and maiming hundreds of innocent people — that is a decision I leave to you.’

‘Who the hell are you?’ Morris said, calmly but angrily.

‘Just listen to me very carefully. Now you understand we are capable of making and delivering a viable device to your stadium, perhaps next time you will take me more seriously. I will be back in touch — you have many home games this season. Goodbye, Mr Morris.’

The call ended.