“Too much history, not enough time to explain.” The man—Porsche—pulls out his phone. “Call your brother while I do what I can.” He puts on gloves and pulls out a pair of scissors, making quick work of his sleeve. Macau takes the phone with shaky, bloody hands and makes several attempts to type in the numbers. When he manages, Vegas’ number comes up as a single “red X” emoji. Oh, he thinks. Well, he doesn’t know what to say to that. Vegas picks up on the first ring.