Right of Way 36
The voice on the line is street, male and electronically distorted.
VOICE (SPEAKER-PHONE)
Napolitano?
NAPOLITANO
Yeah, who’s this?
VOICE (SPEAKER-PHONE)
Mayor Russell Napolitano?
NAPOLITANO
Who is this and what do you want?
VOICE (SPEAKER-PHONE)
Put it this way, Russell. What I want, you have, and now I have something you want. How do you like them apples?
Napolitano takes a breath, the strain of the past couple of days beginning to show.
VOICE (SPEAKER-PHONE)
You there, Rusty? Somebody wants to talk to you.
CELESTE (SPEAKER-PHONE)
Russ? Oh my god, I --
She’s cut off before she can say anything else.
NAPOLITANO
Celeste! Hello…?
VOICE (SPEAKER-PHONE)
Meet me tonight underneath the Santa Monica pier. Midnight.
NAPOLITANO
Wait, wait…! What is it you want? You can’t just start snatching people… killing people. That’s Celeste Davis, man. You’re gonna have the FBI so far up your ass, you’ll be shitting wingtips.
VOICE (SPEAKER-PHONE)
Come alone, Rusty. And don’t be late. The tide’s running in tonight. A person could just drift away, you know?
He clicks off. Napolitano, obviously shaken, does too.
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