“I’d like a taxi to 2 Slaughteryard road” said the cold strangers voice on the other end of the phone.
“Certainly, and for how many people will that be?”
“OK a taxi will be with you shortly sir.”
An hour or so had passed when the phone rang again.
“The taxi I ordered before never arrived.”
“We are sorry for the inconvenience Sir; it should have been there by now. Another will be sent straight away, is it just for one person again?”
“No, this time there are two people.”
The operator hung up the phone, dispatched a second taxi, then tried to contact the first driver. His phone was dead. As the night crept on she was wondering what had happened to him, when suddenly the phone rang for the third time that night.
“The taxi has still not arrived,” Stated the same emotionless voice.
“Are you sure you have given the right address? The second taxi was dispatched a long time ago.”
Suddenly a sense of dread crept over her, as she dared to ask, “And how many people is there, Sir?”