"Bit of both, really," Ash replied, muting the movie on the DVD menu rather than pressing play, so they could talk for a bit beforehand. As soon as they were done talking, they could watch the flick, but right now Ash was more interested in what Ichabod had to say. "Whenever I make a contact I want to call again, I write them in there. I suppose you can do it on a mobile these days, but call me a traditionalist or whatever, I prefer to keep my A-list in a notebook."
He held up his index finger in a universally recognised \'one moment\' way, shifted position and dug out his dark red leather-clad notebook from out of his back jeans pocket in order to show Ichabod. He tossed it over to the fledgling, the battered and well-used book had a slot for a small pen to fit in it, but there was a short pencil in the slot instead. Despite this, all entries were in pen, some in blue and black, others in red. All of them in alphabetical order by first name. If Ichabod ended up flicking through it, he\'d find quite a few entries in the second page of the XYZ section, in pencil. There was a written word in parenthesis: (BLANK), a location (Risk, Park, Pool Hall, Tantric, Beach), and a phone number after that. After the phone number was a mentioned colour - blue, black, red. Obviously the colour pen Ash would use to write the person\'s name in, should he ever find out what it was. A few names had been crossed out with a single line, also.
"That book\'s about three years old. When it gets too messy, I buy another book and transfer the people I want," he explained, as Ichabod looked at it. "Red means blood donor. Black means sex only."
Kerr was in there, if Ichabod checked the \'K\' listings. His name was written in blue pen.
