The phone rings three times before Mike’s voice comes through—thick, stumbling, and way too loud for this late at night.

"Will? Will, you picked up. I didn't think... I didn't think you'd actually pick up. Fuck, everything is spinning, but I saw this painting on the wall. It wasn't yours, it was ugly, actually... but it made me think of the one from the van. You lied, didn't you? About El commissioning it? I’m not an idiot, Will. I'm finally not being an idiot."