“I got you out of the police barracks the best way I could,” a male voice – the same that Joe had heard on the radio – said. “A strange way,” Joe said. “To you strange. Strange to me have been a number of things you’ve done since the time I first became aware of you.” Joe said, “Like giving away my coins.” “No, I understood that. What strikes me as odd is your having sat for all those months in your work cubicle, waiting.”