“This isn’t a social call, then. What can I do for you, Larry? And make it quick. I can’t talk for long.”
“I need a new ID that will take me down to South America, preferably without needing a visa or any other complications.”
A keyboard clicks in the background. “Where in South America? It’s a big place.”
“Brazil. São Paulo to be exact.”
“São Paulo? I hardly dare ask why you’re going there.” The keyboard continues to click.
“Well, don’t then. Also, I need a new phone.”
“Okay… What’s wrong with the old one? Is it broken?”
“I… “
Oh, Crap…
Even in the isolation of my hotel cell, I colour up at what I let slip past me… “… I let someone in with a trojan. Uploaded what was supposed to be just a photo. It carried a tracer.”
Laughter bubbles out from the speaker. “You stupid fucker, Lar
