[Sorry, had the irresistible urge to continue this.]

He hung up the phone finally, sighing in exasperation. That silly girl didn't want to go to the police. She wasn't hurt, nothing of particular value taken, no names, nothing to go on. To top it all off, she thought that some random confused spy had just bombed a top secret mission exclusively to get access to her lunch.

He hummed to himself, rocking back and forth in his chair while he thought. If only he was still on speaking terms with her estranged uncle, Louie. He lived in the city, and was the only family he could count on to look over her while she settled in. But... there was the wedding incident. He struggled, but finally, he made up his mind and placed the call with only a quick grimace.

"Thank you for calling, how may I direct your call?"

"I wanted to reserve my usual table, under the name Hank McGuire?"

There was a pause. "Sir, this is Senior Getaway Adult Care. You were probably trying to reach Don's Athletics. 8898, not 8889."

He grimaced. "Sorry about that. Must be nerves, my team's in the league and about to go to the finals, you've probably heard of us? Big Lou's Paddlers?"

The woman on the other side issued a friendly tsk. "Of course I have. And this happens a lot. Would you like me to hang up so you can redial?"

"Yes, thank you. Geez, that was an amateur mistake. This is why I always say: Wednesdays are never great for table tennis."

He heard a pause, then a hum and a buzz. The woman's voice chirped up again, still polite and bubblingly cheerful, although slightly muffled by the white noise of static. "But you know: you can still win if you scrimmage until Thursday."

"Or show up early and beat them on a Tuesday." He chuckled agreeably. There was a loud, crisp click, and another voice came on the line.

"Hey, Hank. You know I don't do family discounts, so you prepared to pay this time, or just wanting some chit-chat? Either way, make it quick, this ain't a good time, my boys are coming in hot right now. Some A+1 shit, you know what that means."

Hank began to explain about his daughter, and how she had moved to the city recently. Lou listened, growing more exasperated as he realized what the call was about.

"And you want me to play babysitter? What part of 'no family deals' didn't you comprende?" The voice faded as Lou leaned away from the phone. "Tell him to come right in, I'm done with this call. No shit bring the documents with him, did he think I liked his fashion sense and wanted pointers?"

His voice rose again. "Yeah, Hank. You want a bodyguard, you got the wrong guys. I'm gonna hang up now, business to do. Good hearing from you, bro, don't call again." A pause. "Well? Show me the goods."

"Lou. Be reasonable. You know you still owe me for --"

"YOU BROUGHT ME A GODDAMN TURKEY SANDWICH?!" Lou bellowed suddenly.