Mrs Reubens, 42yo single mom

The door turned out to be a false alarm - someone selling crap. However, on his way back, the Toad's cellphone rang shrilly.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Is this Mr Todd?" came an anxious female voice

"Almost," he laughed, "Yes. Who's speaking?" he asked although, given the time and day, he had an idea who would be calling.

"My name's Marcella Reubens. uh, my son told me to call you".

"Really... and your son is?"

"Ben. Ben Reubens. uh, he's in prison just now. He told me I really needed to call you as soon as I could. Said it was really important."

"Ok. yes. I remember. He was a getaway driver I believe. 2 years I think he got wasn't it? Did he say why you should call me?"

"No. Uh, he just said it was important I talked to you and that you could tell me exactly what I needed to do. Uh. Are you a lawyer or something? Can you help with Benny's case?"

"Not exactly," he said after a slight pause. "But there are some things we can go over to help. Look, Its getting late now and we won't get anything done tonight. Are you busy tomorrow?"

"No. I can be free all day." she said quickly. "If you've got anything that will help Ben at all though I can meet any time. Wherever", she sounded desperate.

"Ok, I'll stop by your place, say about 10am tomorrow then".

"Ok. Thanks".

"Oh and Mrs Reubens?"

"Yeah?"

"Dress smart. We've got work to do".

"Uh ok".

The Toad hung up the phone and smiled. This one was going to be good.