Robbie nodded. "He ain't cheap. 50 G's."
"Well," Linda said as she brushed Robbie's hair back, "that's a small price to pay to keep all of two million dollars. Isn't it?"
He smiled. "We'll need a burner phone so they can't trace it. You buy that tomorrow. Pay cash for it. I'll find out what The Dispatcher's number is."
Linda smiled as Robbie rolled over on top of her.
The next day the plan was in motion. Robbie had to jump through hoops to obtain The Dispatcher's number without being traced but finally got it.
And Linda bought the phone...