[011] Voicemail 000: Message left on Hal Lidner's cellphone, 7:55pm, New Zealand time.

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[hal_lidner]

Yes, I've discovered that fact on my own. Thank you for the too-late warning. Next time a dead-man shows up in my bathroom I'll be more prepared.

With all due respect, Sir, I am returning on the next flight.

Thank you for all of your understanding.