Lowest Form of Organic Life, a Telemarketer [Ryan]

[Gabriel Constant]

Incoming phone call from 504-778-4106.

Good afternoon, Mr. Alcroft. I hope I'm not calling at a bad time.

[Ryan D'Alteau]

*A somewhat weary sigh as the power metal in the background grows quiet until it is little more than background noise*

...no. Y'not. Who is this?

[Gabriel Constant]

Gabriel Constant. We haven't met, but we have a mutual friend, Jeremiah.

[Ryan D'Alteau]

Jeremiah? 'S not ringin' any bells. *short pause* Y'sure y'got th'right number?

[Gabriel Constant]

(soft chuckle) I think so. Young Irishman, with a pretty sidekick, back in New Zealand? Got you out of a bit of a tight spot, if I'm correct.

[Ryan D'Alteau]

*the V12 engine stops*

We were the only four people on that island. How the hell d'you know 'bout this?

[Gabriel Constant]

(short pause, Gabriel is smiling on his end) I suspect that's something we would both prefer to discuss in person. You pick where and when. But as I said, Jeremiah is a friend of mine. Also, in about six minutes, watch your right and cover your brake as you pass through the intersection.

[Ryan D'Alteau]

Y'damn right it's somethin' I wanna discuss in person. Sounds like you an' that scruffy-haired asshat've been 'avin' a chat be'ind my back. Come t'South Padre Island in a couple o'days. Our house ain't too hard t'spot; it's the only one with two Zondas in the garage.

*small sigh as he fires up the engine again*

...is that ev'rythin'?

[Gabriel Constant]

That's all for the moment. We'll talk again soon. Take care, Mr. Alcroft.

[Ryan D'Alteau]

I'm sure we will. *hangs up*