“Sergeant, um, Morgan. Right? This is Dan Burdett, from uh— Kyle Chutsky said I should call you. I'm on the ground at the airport, and I'll call you about getting together when I get to my hotel, which is—” There was a rustling sound and he obviously moved the cell phone away from his mouth, since his voice got fainter. “What? Oh, hey, that's nice. All right, thanks.” His voice got louder again. “I just met your driver. Thanks for sending somebody. All right, I'll call from the hotel.”
