“I have two voices. This is the other one. Have you made a decision yet?”
“No. I was waiting to hear from you.”
“That’s wise, I think. I’m willing to discuss the matter. Are you free for this evening?”
“I can wiggle free.”
“With a car to drive?”
“Yeah, I have a car.”
“Drive to a lunchroom at the northeast corner of Fifty-first Street and Eleventh Avenue. Get there at eight o’clock. Park your car on Fifty-first Street, but not at the corner. Got that?”
“Yes.”
“You will be alone, of course. Go in the lunchroom and order something to eat. I won’t be there, but you will get a message. You’ll be there at eight o’clock?”
“Yes. I still don’t recognize your voice. I don’t think you’re the person I sent the note to.”