Tuesday morning. Probably pretty early, since no one's around. Sam's asleep at his desk, presumably having been there all night. He listens to what the caller has to say and finally asks the person's name. They seem reluctant to give it and Sam says, "I'm not a cop. What's your name?" Sam takes off to meet his caller, stumbling on one of the boxes of Harrison's writings on his way out. ["I assumed he was off to meet his call girl pal." -- Wing Chun]