Hirschlander from N16, London, he asks. There are six numbers and he takes down all of them.
He’s looking for Uri Hirschlander, he explains once, twice, four times. The fifth number has a lead. “Oh, you mean our nephew? He moved to Baltimore. Or was it Monsey?”
It takes eight more phone calls to finally track down Uri Hirschlander.
They haven’t spoken for twenty years, but there’s unfinished business to take care of. A debt never discharged. “Do you remember when we were nine and sat next to each other in school? You gave me thirty, maybe forty pounds, and asked me to buy you a gun.”
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