It was hot. Real hot. But Larry the Snitch said he had a hot tip that something big was going to be breaking and we had to meet. He called this afternoon but wouldn't give me the info over the blower. He said it was too hot to pass over the wires and "you never know who's listening".
I left a note with my secretary Charlene so she knew where I would be. She's a good kid but she's a bit of a bubble brain.