Danzig Blues

Chapter 2
There is a dank haze in the room. The only light is a small lamp on a desk. Someone is looking at something on this very desk and under this very light. He's smoking a small self-rolled cigarette, then puts it out. The ash tray is almost full with dozens of smokes from times unknown.
This person is looking at a map, and he's completely baffled. The phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Tube sir?"
"Yes Charlene?" Tube said curtly.
"There's a call for you on line 2."
"Damnit Charlene, I told you to hold all my calls."
"Sorry sir, but it appears to be urgent," she said, smoothly.
"Whatever. Fine."
Beep.
"Hello? Mr. Tube speaking."
"Hello there Tube."
"Yes?"
"You don't recognize me?" asked a voice in a slightly smug manner.
"Uh, no. What is this some sort of joke."
"It's not a joke Tube. At least, you won't be laughing."
"Charlene, who the hell is this guy" Tube yelled out to his secratary.
"He said his name was Chet" yelled Charlene back.
"Oh crap" said Tube, and he hung up.
Tube grabbed his coat and ran out of the building and jumped into his car, breaking the door while doing this. He slammed on the accelerator and careened out of the parking lot, smashing into three people on the way out. Tube sweared out loud, he never was good at the whole driving thing, it wasn't his job.
Thoughts were flying through his head, he had found the map, but it seemed to be some sort of coded map, almost like a riddle. Why was Chet rapped up into this? He and tube had stopped the search years ago. Tube had been sure that no one could interfere, until now. Things had changed. Things were always changing.