Rommel's cell phone rang. He didn't have a cell phone, it must've been somebody else's. He answered.

“Hello?”

There was no one on the other end of the line.

“Is this Mr. Busker?” asked the voice on the phone.

“Yeah, this is him.”

“I'm sorry, I have the wrong number.” The voice hung up.

“So, as I was saying,” said the voice, “I have a proposition for you.”

“Sorry, not interested.” Rommel threw the phone to the sidewalk and stomped it to pieces. He didn't have a cell phone.

The phone rang. It was set to vibrate.

“It'll cost you,” said Rommel.

“Money isn't a problem,” said the voice on the phone.

“Hold on, I got a call on the other line.” Rommel clicked over.

The same voice was on the other line. “Mr. Busker?”

“This is him.”

“I have a proposition for you.”

“I'll do it.”

“Excellent. Pick” ...static... " 20th stre” ...static ... “at” ...static.

“You're breaking up.”

“Sorry” ...static ... “tunnel.”

They lost the connection.

Rommel Busker isn't available right now. Please leave a message and he'll get back to you as soon as possible.

“How may I direct your call?”

“You called me,” said Rommel.

“Shit.”

Rommel's cell phone rang. He didn't answer.

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