Lucas' apartment above the store, Monday afternoon

Since the record store was closed Mondays, Lucas took the opportunity to do quite a bit of relaxing. Mostly, that meant sleeping and catching up with reruns of Bitterwoman. Over all, a pleasant way to spend his time.

( Until the phone rang )

Lucas stared at the phone for a long moment after he hung up. He rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. He was really hoping the man had been kidding, but he did make a mental note to look into how exactly an orphan from Argentina could be connected with Soviet Intelligence, and what that Italian guy had to do with it.