Trev
"Operator."
"Bin, what's the status on tracing the one who put the hit out on Kate?"
"I... kind of don't want to tell you."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"Um, I couldn't trace it."
"WHAT?"
"Hey, don't bite my head off. I said I couldn't trace it,"
"What do you mean you couldn't it?"
"Exactly that, I couldn't. The bastards put cash in a Swiss bank a few weeks ago and then transferred all the money to Bourne's account in the Cayman Islands.
"I thought you could track the serial numbers?"
"These were old francs. They were printed before the system was cmputerized.
"Damn French."
"Actually, these were Swiss francs."
"DO I SOUND LIKE I CARE!"
"Don't kill the messenger! Sheesh.
"Sorry, Bin. It's just that shit has hit the fan hard."
"I know. 07 sent out the distress signal, right?"
"Yep. I'll call you back. And don't worry, I won't kill you the next time we talk."
"You don't even know where I am."
"Wipe that smug smile off you face. You are in your mom's basement in her suburban home in Louisville. 5336 Petunia Ave. right?"
"..."
"(Raspberry"
"I'm very scarred right now."
"They call me the tracker for a reason."
I DEMAND REVIEWS. I WANT AT LEAST TWO REVIEWS FOR THIS. I KNOW YOU PEOPLE READ THIS. I CHECKED THE TRAFFIC! NO REVIEWS, NO CHAPTER!