Okay, then. You want the Code A plan? The phone salesman looked at me expectantly. I realized I hadn’t listened to his last five minutes of sales pitch.
Code. That’s the thought that kept sticking in my head. If I could dream up an outgoing voice mail message that was in code, then the one person I wanted to know where I was going would understand. I could disappear, just me and my cell phone.
The mob wise guys wouldn’t have a clue . . .