‘And…’ Larry was interrupted by a series of beeps coming from the portable radio sitting on the table. ‘James County Emergency Operations Cent...r dispatching Engine 19, Ambulance 20, and Medic 15,’ the radio said. ‘Report of a man experiencing chest pains, the Gotwell Residence, Arlington Road, one mile from the intersection with Route 19.’ ‘Gotta go,’ Larry said. ‘Sounds like Mr. Gotwell’s vapor-locking again.’ He grabbed his portable radio, slid out of the booth, and headed for the door.. I was on holidays in Los Angeles visiting friends and family. I'd been there before a number of times so I wasn't hitting the usual tourist traps. I was mainly spending time visiting with people, good friends I hadn't seen in too long and reconnecting with family instead of the usual emails and phone calls. I was staying in a hotel in West Hollywood. Why there? Well it was about halfway between my family and my friends (I didn't stay with the family though they had room as I like to have my own. He had a nagging feeling it involved some kind of pain and extortion, or simpler techniques involving knives or falling down.It just struck Hilderich as odd. He felt he could trust this man, but his mind reeled at the prospect. 'I must be going slightly mad, ' he thought to himself. He was starting to think of ways he could snatch the keystone and make a run for it, but the more he thought about it the more stupid he felt. They had already outran and outsmarted him once. Certainly he was no. The wind intensified the cold and none of us was very comfortable. We were universally happy to finish the round and get to the clubhouse.As we usually did, we met at the 19th Hole after changing, and the winners would have a drink on the losers. My partner and I were buying today. As I walked into the lounge, I saw Jimmy Romano sitting by himself at a table near the TV. He was nursing a drink and I walked over to see him."I didn't know you played golf," I said with a smile."I don't ... you.