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Zach dialed quickly from a public pay phone in Paris. He was surprised how expensive international calling cards were, but this was a rather important call. It rang four times, each tone driving Zach closer to insanity. He felt like he had swallowed four Excedrin tablets and a shot of espresso. That combination would most likely kill him. Zach had a definite allergy to caffeine. "Answer the Goddamn phone," he shouted. Two tourists on their honeymoon paused, glancing him over. From here, he had a great view of the cemetery. Trev was inside, drawing each tomb to perfection. He often sold his drawings to passersby. Eddie picked up on the sixth ring. "Hello?" she whispered, the sound of the Pixies blaring in the background. "Who is this?" "Its Zach," he answered, taking a breath. "Listen, this has got to be quick." "I'll say," she shouted. "You were on America's Most Wanted last week. Someone called in, said they spotted you in Venice. What the fuck were you doing in Venice?" "So the feds know. Is that fucker Schulman still on the case?" "They interviewed him personally," she sighed. "He claims you're armed and dangerous." "Armed with weed, maybe," he laughed. "Be careful," she whispered. "Did you ever sell the apartment?" "No," she replied. "I'm using it for storage." "Can I borrow it?" "How are you going to get the keys?" "P.O. Box," he muttered. "Talk to you soon, Zach," she whispered. "Love you, Eddie." "Love you."
Zach dialed quickly from a public pay phone in Paris. He was surprised how expensive international calling cards were, but this was a rather important call. It rang four times, each tone driving Zach closer to insanity. He felt like he had swallowed four Excedrin tablets and a shot of espresso. That combination would most likely kill him. Zach had a definite allergy to caffeine. "Answer the Goddamn phone," he shouted. Two tourists on their honeymoon paused, glancing him over. From here, he had a great view of the cemetery. Trev was inside, drawing each tomb to perfection. He often sold his drawings to passersby. Eddie picked up on the sixth ring. "Hello?" she whispered, the sound of the Pixies blaring in the background. "Who is this?" "Its Zach," he answered, taking a breath. "Listen, this has got to be quick." "I'll say," she shouted. "You were on America's Most Wanted last week. Someone called in, said they spotted you in Venice. What the fuck were you doing in Venice?" "So the feds know. Is that fucker Schulman still on the case?" "They interviewed him personally," she sighed. "He claims you're armed and dangerous." "Armed with weed, maybe," he laughed. "Be careful," she whispered. "Did you ever sell the apartment?" "No," she replied. "I'm using it for storage." "Can I borrow it?" "How are you going to get the keys?" "P.O. Box," he muttered. "Talk to you soon, Zach," she whispered. "Love you, Eddie." "Love you."