Call to Andrew P
[Knowing full well that no postal service delivers on Sunday, and, of course, not being an idiot, Lin knows immediately, upon opening the package, who it's from. He looks at it for a while - the wig and the accompanying note, turning them both over in his hands before making up his mind to call Andrew. Apparently, there was no easy way out of this. Picking up his phone, he hits the little contact labeled 'Duke's Son' and hits the call button. He rubs his left eye distractedly as the line rings.]