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MMM Wrong Number

I just got in for a meeting the next day and stopped in for a drink on the way to my hotel

I struck up a conversation with Betty.

She gave a smile and bought me a drink.

She showed me a few photos of her trip with her sister.

I am worried about someone following me.

I told her my hotel number.

I needed a smoke.

Got a match?

She passed me a box of matches.

Can you watch my drink. I'll be right back!

She didn't come back.

The bartender came over with a phone.

A call for the gentleman at the end of the bar.
Hello?
I think you have something for me?
I don't know what you're talking about;
Wrong Number

The line went dead.

I got a cab to the hotel.

I lite a cigarette and realized I had Betty's matches.

I sleepily answered the phone early in the morning.

Hello?
You have something that belongs to me.
What are you talking about?
Sorry to disturb you. I must have a wrong number.

I met my 9 AM, Mr. Johnson in the lobby

After he left the page brought a plug in phone to my table.

We have Betty.
I don't know Betty.

I lied.

She gave you something at the Bar last night.
Besides a hard-on, I don't know what you're talking about?
I thought you didn't know Betty?
I don't, doesn't mean that she didn't get a rise out of me.

A tall dame approached me on the street

They have my sister and you have something of hers.

She tells me to take the train to Newark

And answer the phone in the station.
You got what we want?
Where is Betty?
Turn right down the hallway.
Hands ip! I'm FBI!
I told you Wrong Number.
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