"Is Idiot In The Phonebook?"

"How in the world are we supposed to find the Dahli? He's the best information dealer in Dice City. It's not like he wants to be found.  Everyone knows, he finds you, not the other way around." Tony said stepping out into the night-time alleyway rain.

His counterpart, a tiny man named Phil followed in quick succession.

"Man, I don't know. It's not like we can just look him up in the phonebook! He's probably got some secret way he contacts people."

"Brian told us that if we figure it out on our own, he'll give us five g's, Phil. Five grand. We can use that to get ourselves set up. We could be on easy street."

"I heard him Tony. I'm thinking man. Dahli's like a riddle, it's gonna take me a minute. We can't just flush him out like rats from the sewer. It'sgonna take some smarts. Real smarts." Phil said impatiently. 

The two wagged their collective heads in pathetic defeat, neither having a good idea even if it could save their figurative life. No matter how many moments more would pass they both knew they had nothing.

"I don't want to go back in there man." Tony said.

"You think I do?" 

The Lucky Penny night club was the location of any and every person you didn't want to know in Dice City. The only reprieve was on Fridays when it also had the best jazz around but that's not why men like Phil and Tony circled this particular drain. They were nobodies. As nobodies they blamed the world for their ill plight while always trying to play the angles for easy money. The next scam, the next score, the next once in a lifetime were never too far from their next choice of words.The problem with easy money is it vanishes just as quickly as it was gained. The lazy never escape the horrible cesspool they are stuck in regardless of the boat coming into the dock.

After far too long of staring at brick walls, teeth gnashing, and flipping up collars to block out the rain, the two just held up their arms in silent defeat. Before they could verbalize their failure the steel back door to the Lucky Penny nightclub flew open. Out stepped Brian in appropriate rain ready hat and coat.

"You two idiots forget, your on club camera." he said in his strong British accent while pointing above him. Overhead was a camera centered directly on the two pacing morons getting drenched in the alleyway. Their demeanor fell even flatter than it already was. A short pause later Brian removed from inside his coat a phone book. He opened it to the D's.

"Dahli,  Salvador. His numbers right here in black and white you idiots. The job just fell to five hundred each."

Brian tossed the book at Tony who caught it in the least competent way possible, fumbling it between his left and right hands. After that Brian promptly disappeared slamming the door behind him, leaving the two imbeciles to their heavily cut payday possibilities.

A long silence continued as the two slowly processed what just happened.

"I guess we better get to work getting ahold of him then." Phil said.

"Yeah. Your right." Tony replied opening the phonebook. "Is it under Salvador or Dahli?"

"It'd be Salvador right? Because it's the longer name?"

Tony took a moment to assess Phil's answer followed quickly by a confident smile.

"Yeah, that sounds right. I'll turn to the S section. Wait, I don't see it."

Phil sidled right up next to him simultaneously analyzing the same page. 

"It's gotta be there."