Jake Randolph in "Requiem For A Stripper" Pt. 146

I pulled out Debra's little black book. The first pages had names like her mother and father, her doctor, and other assorted emergency numbers. I flipped to the back, figuring that anyone having to do with her disappearance would more than likely have been added recently.

I began phoning all the numbers in the back of the book and asking to speak with Debra Snow.

The responses consisted of:

Nobody here by that name.
Wrong number.
Can't help you, pal.
and my favorite, Drop dead, asshole!

The last guy surprised me, though.

"Who is this?" he asked with great interest...