‘Honestly, I’m not pulling your leg. It’s all very bizarre. One minute I’m making a cup of tea and chatting to Aiden and his gorgeous son—’
‘Cut to the chase,’ Eleni said, grinning.
‘And the next I’m opening a present from Sam Stone.’
Eleni and Mim looked at each other with puzzled expressions.
‘Surely it’s a practical joke? Someone’s faked the signature,’ suggested Mim.
‘That thought did cross our minds, but if it was a joke, no one has owned up to it,’ Elle answered.
‘Yet,’ Mim chipped in.
‘And we’ve no idea how it appeared on the desk. The library was nearly empty, and neither of us saw anyone put it there,’ Pippa added.
‘Was it posted?’ Mim asked.
Elle shook her head.
‘There was a handwritten label,’ Pippa piped up.
‘It’s someone who knows you work in the library?’ Mim raised her eyebrows.
‘That’s what I said,’ confirmed Elle.
‘I’d die for a signed copy of any Sam Stone book. How lucky are you?’ Eleni added.
‘Very,’ Elle replied, still mystified by the whole thing.
‘How can we discover how it got there?’ Mim asked.
‘I’ve no idea,’ Elle replied.
‘Well, that’s easy,’ Eleni shared, and they all looked over in her direction and waited patiently. ‘Contact him on social media. Tweet him.’
Elle laughed.
Pippa’s eyes widened as she turned towards Elle. ‘Why didn’t we think of that? That’s a brilliant idea.’
Before Elle could answer, Pippa had grabbed her phone off the table.
‘Passcode,’ she demanded.
The laugh faded from Elle’s voice as soon as she realised Pippa was serious. ‘We can’t tweet him. What would I say?’
‘Too late, I’m in,’ she said, grinning from ear to ear.
Damn.
‘Fancy not having a passcode.’
‘I’ve never needed one before!’
Before Elle had a chance to object, Pippa had tweeted and the phone had been placed back on the table.
Almost immediately, it pinged.
They all stared at it.
