Mike did exactly that and, after some brief exchange of office gossip, hung up. Siobhan was still in the room, sat on a chair opposite the bed, her thick curvy legs were crossed, revealing a huge expanse of creamy flesh. Al smiled at her, his d**k still semi-erect, as he dialled the number he'd been given. He heard it ring a few times, then someone answered.
"Hello?" It was a woman, an older woman by the sounds of it.
"Hello. This is Al Scanlon, from the Daily Herald. You've been trying to get in touch with me?"
"Alistair Scanlon? The reporter?"
"Yeah."
"Oh."
A pause.
"I was told you have a tipoff for me?"
"Yes, I suppose I do."
Another pause.
"And do you want to tell me what the tipoff is?"
"No. Not here. Not like this, over the phone. We'll have to meet."
"Well, the thing is
