EIGHT
"Hi, my name is, um, Waldo Bell and I'm one of the, er...partners of um, Bell Caravans, and I had some recent business with your employer, Mister Black. So...uh, the problem is, I am being accused of some crimes and er...when they were committed, I was on the trail from Syringa with a crate of yours. Inbound to Lovat. So uh, if you get this and could let your boss know I'd like to talk to him, I'd, um, appreciate it. Er... hello? I'll try calling later. This is Waldo Bell."
I hung up the pay telephone with an angry clang. Fifth time I've tried making a call and gotten only a message machine. All I could do was hope Zilla would get in contact with her boss.
Before returning to my bunk for the night, I telephoned Nickel's office. He answered and I explained where I would be crashing
