Yet another fragment

The red light was flashing on the answering machine. Duncan pushed play and continued to take off his jacket and wet shoes. The caller knocked the receiver on something, perhaps they had dropped it, took a deep breath that was distinctly audible, and said, “Farver dying. Come home. Mother.” His immediate thought, ~Who is Farver?~ and he replayed the message. The same bang of a phone, gasped breath, and now he caught the full force of the message. It knocked him into a chair and he felt his throat tighten, making it hard for him to put in words what he felt.

Clues?
http://www.ricorso.net/rx/az-data/authors/j/Joyce_JA/apx/biogrfy/biog04.htm

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About Ian Whatley

Ian Whatley -- British born, bred, educated, and then deported. His fiction has been published in The Legendary, Lost and Found Times, 3S and so on and so on and...

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