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for Ronnie - many thanks for tasty food - take from Kiwi sharp- claw! It is excellent.’
Saffron let him have his little victory and didn’t let on that they had a huge pack of catfood sitting in the kitchen. She asked instead, ‘Have there been any more calls made on that number you ... uh, recorded the other day?’ She wasn’t sure what to call what the bird did, but if it was A.S.I.O. or the C.I.A. it would be called spying. Is there any law against listening into phonecalls through a bird? she wondered.
‘Yes, yes, different voice - not the mayor - but same number. Will I take from memory?’
Saffron nodded.
The bird nodded his head back at her, ruffled his feathers and repeated the conversation.
“Watcha doin’ Raze?” said a hard, crisp voice. The speaker didn’t sound very old.
“Eff all Bomber, jes sortin’ the goods. It’s pay-day, remember. The mutants come good - or it’s cold turkey.”
“They can go hang, Raze, I gotta job for ya. D’ya know much about fuses?”
“You makin’ bombs now? Eh, eh, Bomber, Ha! Ha!” “No, you der-brain, fuseboxes! - sodding idiot!”