BUNGLED
“If you can make it to the wake, I will slip it to you. I will be among the crowd, and I'll feel safer there. Be there at eight pm.”
“It's a tape of the assassination.”
"A tape?"
"Yes."
“Okay, but how will I know who you are?” insisted Tommy.
“I want to know how you look first,” the voice said. Tommy answered, “I'll be wearing a white polo barong. I'll be with another, who's tall, handsome, and wearing a pair of wire-rimmed glasses. You . . . how will I know you?”
“It's not important. My only desire is for you to have it.” And the voice hung up without waiting for him to say anything.
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