Chapter 68: Horace
Horace heard ringing. It was coming from everywhere, that constant ringing sound in the darkness. So annoying. Mumbling, he realised he had been dreaming. But the phone was still ringing. Invidia turned sleepily next to him and snuggled on his side. He stretched his arm to pick up the phone. It was Evie, which felt weird, because the head currently nuzzling his armpit was a dead ringer for her. They still hadn’t done anything, but still…
“What is it. It’s too early,” he whispered.
“Check the link,” Evie said, frantic.
“Wait.” He did. The link pointed to a blog post, pretty much a press release from Costa’s company. He called them out by name and claimed that all the models had been cyberscanned with his own company’s equipment and expertise, that’s why they were so p
