New York Lawyer

I had just arrived in New York when Lawyer Malloy called me on the cell.

"Hello, kid," he said. I heard the distant crackle of thunder.

"Lawyer? New York here. What do you need?"

"New York. Lawyer Malloy here. I'm on a boat, cruising down the Amazon, frying up piranha and banana on the skillet. Fresh fruit abounds here, and everything smells incredible."

"Even murder?" There was silence, then the sound of a match being struck and the caw of tropical birds. "Are you coming back?"

"Ha ha ha, I'll catch you on the flipside, son."

That was the last I heard from Lawyer in New York.