Los Angeles, California – The meetingIt was seven o’clock in the evening and a shiny, bright red Corvette was safely parked in the clearing of a car wash, right in front of the Papille Bistro on Franklin Avenue in Los Angeles. The skinny guy sitting in the passenger seat, turned to his partner in the driver’s seat, and said "But haven’t we got here a bit too early? The appointment was at eight."
“Early?” replied the fat guy. "Can you see that dark blue SUV parked to the right of the venue with two people on board? Do you want to bet those are our friend’s henchmen?"
“Do you think so?"
"Certainly. What do you suppose, he’s a pretty tough cookie. I was sure he’d never come to an appointment like this without an escort."
"So, what do we do now?” asked the tall skinny guy.
"We wait. If th
