Wrong Number

Something fascinating is unfolding.  It all began back in February time when I kept getting phonecalls for a chap named Michael.  It seemed that Michael had gotten a new phone and had inadvertently given out the wrong number (my number!) to everyone he knows.  This is a pretty honest mistake - and the first couple of times I was understanding.  However, it started to get a bit, well, weird.  You see, the callers did not have the usual sort of reaction to calling a wrong number.  There was no embarrassment or apology, but rather some quite serious incredulity.  "You don't know where Michael is?" one man said.  "No," I replied, "I don't know Michael."  This did not go down well.  When I informed another caller that I had had the phone number for nearly two years, I could tell that I was seriously boggling this dude's mind.  How was it possible, when this was Michael's number?!  One person actually invited me out to the pub, but was very disappointed to learn that I was not in Birmingham, or wherever it was, and my being in Wales made the whole thing even more baffling.  It even got so far as the person asking me where I was from because of my accent, and what I was doing in the U.K., at which point I obviously made my excuses and hung up.  I had a message one day informing Michael that he had landed a job interview - no small feat in these perilous times - but he had to call back to confirm.  Shame for Michael, I had thought at the time, and wondered briefly a week or so later if he ever made the interview or got the job.  Then, these phonecalls stopped.  There probably weren't more than ten in total and all in about a month's time.  That is, until tonight!  As usual, I didn't hear the phone ring until it was too late, and I was surprised to see an unknown number plus voicemail being announced by the little flashing green light on my tiny, beat-up pink flip phone.  Curious, I listened to the message, and here is a rough paraphrase:  "My name is Bernard, obviously Mike, you won't answer this, but before your arrest, I came by, Michael, to see about a book.  So, if you can give us ring back..." 
So, I guess Michael didn't get the job and turned to crime?  And also, he deals in rare books which is now hampered by his presumed imprisonment, since he obviously doesn't have his phone.  Anyways, if I get more of these phonecalls, I will keep you updated as to where Michael goes next!