***Joel***
"You can have the last slice. I usually avoid this many carbohydrates," I tell Richie as we sit in the car with a pizza box open on the dashboard.
"How kind of you. I was the one who paid for it," Richie mutters, trying James' phone yet again.
"Ever thought that maybe he doesn't have signal?" I ask, wiping my fingers on a wet-wipe.
"That boy needs to upgrade to a satellite phone," Richie grumbles as he gets the same tone once again. He drums anxiously on the steering wheel while looking deep in thought.
"Are you able to find out contact details for virtually anyone?" I ask. Richie shakes his head.
"Some people, but largely, no. There are privacy laws. Generally government employees and higher ups are the people that I can track down," Richie replies.
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