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.