Pete’s burner phone started ringing, he grabbed it out of his desk drawer and wandered over to close his office door noting that the caller’s number was blocked.
“Yes?” said Pete, not willing to give his name although he had a pretty good idea who it was.
“I hear you have some information for me.”
“I do, we should meet, bring the money with you.”
“I can do a bank transfer if you’d prefer.”
“No, I don’t want any traceable connection to you, bring it in cash, when I see the cash, you get your information.”
“It will take a few days to get that sort of money together,”
“That’s fine, call me back when you have it and we will arrange a meet.” Pete hung up, pinching the bridge of his nose and screwing his eyes shut he tried to think. He needed a plan and he needed it quick.
