As I sat in the theatre I heard a mobile ‘phone ringing in the empty seat next to me. I slowly looked
around. Everyone else was engrossed in the play. It rang again, the light from
the screen lighting up most of the balcony section and showing the scowling
faces turning towards me. I quickly picked it up and pressed the answer button.
'We have him,' a faint crackly voice whispered. 'If you
want him back bring the formula to the warehouse at midnight. Come alone, or
else!'
The phone went dead and I slowly looked around me, as I
placed it back on the chair. I couldn't concentrate on the rest of the
performance. This would show those bastards who had chosen not to come out for
my birthday. Apparently a production of Frankenstein starring Benedict
Cumberbatch and Johnny Lee Miller was not their idea of the way someone should
spend their fortieth birthday. Well who’s bored now?
Whilst I kept an eye out for the occupant of the seat to
return I tried to remember what he looked like. There had definitely been
someone there when I arrived. He must have been a big man as he had sat with
his legs splayed so far apart I had needed to exert a little pressure with my
high heels on his foot to get the leg room that came with my seat. Apart from
that I couldn't remember anything else about him. I couldn't even remember him
leaving but as he was on the end of the row he wouldn't have disturbed anyone
I waited until there was no one else left in the balcony
and picked up the 'phone. Maybe the box office could help. Once I was out in
the foyer I realised the box office would be closed, so I headed over to a
large uniformed gentleman standing by the door. He was wearing an ear piece so
must have been some kind of security.
'Hi. Can you help me?'
'What seems to be the problem madam?'
I found this 'phone on the chair next to me and I was
wondering if you could help me trace the owner.'
'Don't worry madam. I'll take it and see the owner gets it
back.' He took the 'phone, almost snatching it from me and turned to walk away.
'There was a call. I have a message.'
He swung round, grabbed me under the elbow and propelled me
to a door marked private. It was then I realised that ear piece seemed very
high security for a theatre doorman.
I was left sitting in an office, I assumed the theatre
manager's for about twenty minutes when finally the large guy came back. He was
followed by a small man in a three piece suit.
'Now miss what is this all about?'
'Do you know the time?' I asked realising it was getting
late and the deadline would be fast approaching.
'I am not sure what that has to do with anything.'
'They said they would hurt him if we didn't take the
formula to the warehouse by midnight. The person who owns the 'phone is
supposed to go alone. We need to find him. Or call the police. Someone's life
could be in danger.'
The man stood and left the room leaving the doorman to
stand guard. He stood there tall and straight, almost to attention. Not moving
an inch. Not making a sound.
'Don't you realise we need to do something. You can't leave
me in here. We need to get help.'
The door opened and the smaller man re-entered. ‘I need you to come with me.'
'Where to?'
'If you want to save time just do as you’re told.'
I followed him out of the theatre and was pushed into a limousine
parked right outside. We drove out of the centre of London, towards Canary
Wharf and the old docks. The car pulled up alongside an old warehouse and the
driver got out and opened the door for me.
'Where are we? What's going on?'
He grabbed hold of me and dragged me towards the door. I
pulled and scrapped my heels against the cobble stones but he was just too
strong. He pulled opened the door, pushed me inside and slammed the door behind
me. The warehouse was pitch black, no sign of light anywhere. I turned and
started beating on the door.
Suddenly I was blinded by the lights as they were all
switched on at once.
'Surprise,' loads of voices called at once. 'Happy
Birthday!'
I was handed a glass of champagne as all the friends who
had been too busy for the theatre rushed round to say hello.
'Bastards,' I smiled raising my glass to salute them.