The phone rang again. The fat man’s gaze flicked toward it, then back to Finney’s face. Albert’s pupils were very wide, so wide the golden ring of his irises had shrunk to almost nothing. His pupils were a pair of black balloons, obscuring twin suns. The phone rang and rang. Finney pulled at the wire. On Albert’s dark, bruise-colored face was a horrified question. “It’s for you,” Finney told him.
