Sometimes, I'm amazed at my own stupidity.
I beetled it down to the nearest phone and got hold of my BANning number.
"Jack already inside?" I snapped.
"Hell, yes! What happened to you?"
"Never mind. Got to make the best of it. I'm a corner away from Area Four. Where's your nearest man?"
"At the corner near the freight office."
"I'll go to him. What's he look like?"
"Five-nine. Black, curly hair. Your age. Fat. Name's Peter Quilp. He knows you."
"Peter Quilp?"
"Right."