Chapter 14The shrill, old-style ringtone of Adam's iPhone raised Sam from an uneasy sleep. Fumbling around in the early morning light, he managed to find the handset. Squinting through tired eyes he saw 'BLOCKED' flash up on the screen, just as it had the previous night. With a shaky hand he pushed his thumb on the answer tab. “Yeah!” he croaked.
“Is that Sam Becker?” asked the stern male on the other end of the line, the voice was unmistakably that of Robert Finch. Sam had only spoken to him briefly the previous night, but he would recognize his overconfident tone anywhere.
“It is,” he replied sharply. The sound of Finch's voice had swept away any sleepiness in an instant; Sam's heart rate picked up, as adrenaline rushed through his veins.
“Good, we have a transaction to make this morn
