# The Two-Dimensional Man
The phone rang at two in the morning, which was the kind of hour when calls are either emergencies or jokes. Jack Callahan was prepared for both. He reached for the receiver on the fourth ring, took a swallow of rye whiskey from the bottle on his desk, and said, "Callahan." The voice on the other end was a woman's, nervous and professional at the same time, like someone who had spent years...
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