An old truck was speeding down the road as it headed outside of town. Inside, Grandpa Crowe was just listening to the radio as he was paying attention to the road while lost in thought. He couldn't help but wake up once his phone started ringing.
"What?"
"You know how hard you are to find Mr. Jones? Or Mr. Smith? Or whatever you go by these days?"
"That's the point of not wanting to be found and don't bother trying to guess. How did you find me anyway?"
"It's easy to locate someone when you've got more that a few senate members in your back pocket."
"Good for you. What do you want?"
"You know what I want!"
"And you know I'm not going to give it to you. Guess this was a waste of both our time."
"Hold on now. You should know that we are already making progress towards our goals, the only reason I want the information is to save time and lives along the way."
"I don't really give a rat's ass."
