Returning to his apartment Adam took a shower, checked his boots which were dry and a little stiff from the water and made himself a light dinner. After dinner he sat with the remaining beers and pondered. He was very perplexed at what had been happening. He thought about that list of names, with his name at the bottom. “Dismissals.” What did that mean? An injured dog healed immediately as he held it. Blood in his boots but no wound to his feet. A strange phone call. The weird man in front of Saint Joseph’s. None of these events were explainable. Adam was a bookkeeper. He dealt with facts and figures, with assets and liabilities, he balanced books. Now nothing was balancing. He needed some explanations. Something solid to go on. Tomorrow he would find that accountant and talk to her about the list of names, maybe she gave him the wrong document. Maybe it was a different A. Zelf on the list.
He thought he might go into Saint Joseph’s the next Sunday and see if he could locate the stranger who gave him such an unsettling look. What else could he do?
It was late. Adam finished his last beer and was about to go to bed when the phone rang. He answered it. “Hello.”
“Adam Zelf/” It was the same voice as last night.
“We’re ready for you.”
“Who are you?”
But the caller hung up.
(To be continued.)