Primo knocked on the printing press door during the odd hours of the night when everyone inside was busy. The door had a small opening where the security guard inside could look at the visitor outside.
"Who is this?" The guard asked.
Primo talked at the small opening on the door.
"Primo Lanz. I wrote one of the articles. I have a question for Mr. Sam Beasley."
"Mr. Lanz, If your question requires the opinion of the editor, please come back at 9 in the morning."
"But I need an answer now."
"Is this an urgent matter?"
"Yes. It's bugging me. Look, I would not come here if it is not important."
"I would ask Mr. Beasley if he wants to talk to you."
"Okay. That's fair. But could you tell him it's about my article? Just a tiny moment. Could you relay that to him?"
"I will." The tiny opening closed.
Cecilia was looking at him as she waited inside the car.
"Hey, let me try if no one's coming for you."
