Samir had dropped her by the lift and gone to park the car, and Kamala had taken the day off, so there was no one else in the flat. ‘Hello?’ she said. There was a brief pause before a woman’s voice said, ‘Hi. Could I speak to Samir, please?’ ‘He isn’t at home,’ Melissa said. There was something vaguely familiar about the voice, but try as she might she couldn’t place it. ‘Can I take a message?’ ‘No, that’s all right. I’ll call him on his cell phone later. Is that Melissa?’ ‘Um, yes,’ Melissa said warily. If this was one of Samir’s ex-girlfriends she really didn’t want to get into a conversation with her. ‘I’m Bina,’ the woman said. ‘Do tell Samir I called, OK?’ ‘I will,’ Melissa replied, wondering if she was supposed to know who Bina was. She’d sounded pretty authoritative, actually—not like an ex, more like an older cousin, or Samir’s boss or something.
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