Lost or Lust?

    At Work. 

~Dia Wealene~

"Hey, Steve."

I said over the speaker, the office telephone caught between my neck and collarbone, across the acromioclavicular joint. 

"I have a lead on your driver."

His voice husky but tamed. A part of me feels like almost all professions train the voices of their employees. 

"Tell me. What have you discovered yet?"

"He used to be a drug dealer. He had been involved in several international smuggles. And the latest data of his last smuggling was three years ago. Remind me, where did you meet him in the first place?"

I'VE NEVER TOLD YOU BEFORE, WHY SAY, REMIND ME. I thought, but then,

"In an elevator when I was leaving work. It's not in Colorado. I think it was when I was in Las Vegas for a business stuff."

He went silent for a while. I could here the scraping of pen on paper on his own end. He seemed to be scribbling. Then he came on,

"Keep

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