It was the second day in a row that John sat with Phuong in the office, observing him go about his work. There was something about this man that gave John confidence that Bill was in good hands. Although quiet and somewhat reserved he noted Phuong's ability to digest, translate and summarize detailed news feeds into palatable and easy to read articles was astounding, it was as if he sensed what the intent was over the words and was able to capture the essence of the story.
Suddenly the phone rang breaking him out of his observation. John quickly reached for the jangling relic sitting on Bill's desk. "Hello, The Times" he said almost too quickly. However, on the other end of the phone the person was speaking in the unfamiliar Vietnamese. John was perplex and quickly handed the receiver to Phuong who was standing along side him.
Phuong took it and putting it to his ear listened carefully to the voice on the other end, he nodded and hung up.
Turning to John he said that the call was from a trusted friend that had provided him with invaluable information that he needed to corroborate for a story he was following. He went to his desk and gathered the small note pad from his desk headed to the door.
Putting his head in his hands he unconsciously rubbed his eyes, noting that he still no word from Craig on Lea's whereabouts...
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