His cell phone spit out Boom Boom Pow, for the fifth time that hour. Same number. The last three times Vin had answered, there’d been a pregnant pause, then the call had disconnected. Ringing it back had dropped to one of those generic “you have called this number” voicemail boxes both times he’d tried.
He sighed, put his head back under his pillow, and let it ring. And ring. Dropped to voice mail.
It rang again, almost immediately. Vin was getting really, really tired of the Black Eyed Peas. He needed to change his ringtone. He snatched up the cellphone.
“For f**k’s sake, WHAT?” he bellowed into the mic.
A long pause.
“f*****g broken robocalls,” Vin muttered.
“No.” A man’s voice, flat and strange. Unfamiliar. “Vinyl?”
“Who is this?” Vin dropped the phone onto the bed and hit the sp
