(This is the start of a new chapter, one which is unconnected to any previous chapter. So there is no more context than what you see here.)
* * *‘Double-five-seven, eighteen Mayfield.’
‘Double-five seven.’
If Morgan believed in serendipity or karma or fate he would have been able to look back on this seemingly insignificant two-way radio exchange between the despatcher and himself as the point where his life began to take a vastly different direction.
Within ninety seconds he (or Morgan, without the paragraph above) arrived at the given address, where the intending passenger, waiting on the front veranda, now made his way to the taxi.
* * *(The story then goes on to describe how after taking this guy to the airport, the driver picks up another fare who becomes MC2 in the story)
Anyway, what say you about the bold bit?



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