Epilogue: A Late-Night Phone Call
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“Hello, is this Gavin Holder? I sincerely hope I didn’t wake you.”
“Who is this?”
“You surely know who this is.”
“How did you get this number?”
“Mr. Holder – can I call you Gavin? No, perhaps a little formality is in order. Mr. Holder, I hope you’re not naive enough to think there is anything particularly difficult about getting your phone number.”
“I’m going to kill you.”
“Are you really? I’ll tell you this, Mr. Holder, it’s refreshing. It’s unquestionably refreshing, in this degenerate age, to begin a relationship with such clarity.”
“Mother called in the tip. She told us where the warehouse was. Did you know that?”
“Indeed I did. When I want a thing to happen, it happens. When I don’t want a thing to happen, it doesn’t happen.”
“I do
