"Scott!" A woman called across the noisy floor. "Is your phone off the hook?"
"Yeah, why?" He looked up and couldn't match the voice with a person.
"You gotta call."
"Who is it? I'm busy."
"Some guy from Brooklyn sounds like. Says he got a package for you?"
Holy shit. It's Vito! Scott's anonymous caller. The one who had caused him so much work, so much research without being able to print one damn thing.
Not yet.
"Yeah, OK. It's back on." The phone rang instantly and Scott rushed to pick it up on the first ring.
"Yeah, Scott Mason here." He sounded hurried.
"Yo! Scott. It's me, your friend, rememba?" No one could forget the accent that sounded more fake than real. He had been nicknamed Vito for reference purposes by Scott.