“Uh, hold on just a second, I have another call.” He muted the cell fone and snatched another from his back pocket, suppressing a smile. He knew that carrying two phones would come in handy some day. With the second fone he quickly dialed a bank in Great Britain. “Hello, I’d like to open a bank account…”
Time dragged on. After much deliberation, Zach finished, hung up, and un-muted the first fone. “You still there?”
An irate voice spoke back. “Unfortunately.”
“Wonderful. Transfer the money to the following account…”
Zach gave his client all the information he needed, and hung up. He rose from his chair and walked across his hotel room to where a duffel bag sat on the floor. Reaching inside, he retrieved a hammer, which he wielded to smash both phones into tiny fragments. Taking the pieces in his hand, he walked over to his apartment window. Opening it, he looked out to see a bleak-looking alley. Directly below the window, a few stories down, was a large dumpster. Zach took the remnants of his two phones and dropped them from the window into the pile of trash.
'Rule One of this career…' he thought to himself, 'Always cover your tracks.' He couldn’t take the chance of the police finding one of his phones, along with all the numbers he had called. Obliterating the data chips was the prime way to eliminate the incriminating evidence.
Light was fading quickly, and Zach glanced at the clock. ‘8:12’ it read. He frowned, and decided to get to sleep. He planned on waking up early and getting back to the comfort and safety of his home as soon as possible.
As he rested his head against the pillow, a thought ran through his head.
“I’m going to kill a sponge,” he murmured. He burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, and subsequently fell asleep.
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