Clandestine

Late last night we got a call from Dom asking for Ric. I took the message: "Meet Pedro at the west end of the bridge at 7:30 am. He'll have the rods for your project."

Ric tells me he can't make it so I have to go in his place. I park the vehicle, with easy access to the back lane. I'm a little hesitant, not exactly sure what the next step is. I haven't done this kind of work before. In the distance I can see two men walking toward me. Dom didn't mention there would be two of them.

I recognize Pedro but not the other guy. Pedro recognizes me but then asks me what I'm doing there. I assumed he would know. When I mention the phone call from Dom as discretely as I can while the other guy is listening in, Pedro says, "I was expecting Ric." I explain why Ric couldn't make it. Pedro's friend walks away.
Pedro walks with me to his truck, transfers the rods to my van and says, "You didn't get these from me, you bought them from a store." I agree and we go our separate ways