It’s night in the big city. Down by the point a foghorn blows. A phone rings, clearing the fog.
“It’s Bob.”
“Good to hear you. What's up?”
“I need a hand.”
“Sure. Ask.”
“You were at the Geneva gig, right?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“You know how we always monitor the audience, see what’s happening out th...
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