Murray Campbell

As usual, the boss had slipped out early on Friday, leaving the Cellar without a leader. The atmosphere was light and relaxed – until the red phone rang. Six pairs of eyes locked onto Steven, the closest to the phone. Hesitantly, he picked up the receiver. His eyebrows arched in surprise and concern during the brief, one-sided conversation. He hung up without a word. The room held its breath. Without explanation, Steven grabbed a thick folder from...