Way past the cut off time...

This is what happened to my boss during the night. (I was not there by the way, just to make things clear.)

4.30am – phone rings

Boss: (groggy) Hello?
Policeman: Hello. It’s Police Constable McTavish here, from West Lothian Police. We have arrested one of your clients. He is in the cells and would like to speak to you.
Boss: One of my clients?
PC: Yes, I’ll just put him on.
Boss: hang on, which one of my clients? (thinks to himself – Why is an arrested man calling his Architect at 4.30 in the morning? what does he want? An extension to his cell? A nice pair of patio doors? A glazed garden room in which to entertain his fellow prisoners?)
PC: Er. You are Mr Smith, the Solicitor?
Boss: (Relieved) No.
PC: Oh. sorry. Wrong number.