He unfolded his six foot 2 inch frame from the tiny airplane seat and collected his belongings.  He shuffled through the plane slowly approaching the exit with the rest of the passengers. 

He was thinking back to a week ago when the phone in his apartment rang.  It was a Monday evening.  He was bored, there was nothing on TV, it was raining, and was depressing.  He was tall, muscular, and his eyes caught everything and missed nothing.  He shook out the cobwebs of boredom and sat up to look out the window.  Rain again.  For the past week it had rained every day.  He was tired of rain.  He was a fixer.  People called on him to sort out problems that others had failed at or wouldn’t take on.  He was daydreaming while standing at the window and the shrill ring of the telephone shook him out of his reverie.  With two quick strides he answered the phone on the fourth ring.  “Speak” he said.  The voice on the other end spoke quickly and had a nasally tone to it.  The voice said “Is this Eddie”?