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Heat. The pavement sizzled under the flickers of forenoon, sun waves leaping around, playing the foxtrot with one another just like newlywed couples do before they consummate their marriage. Between all that and listening to his wife always complaining about the product, Leroy had made a habit of spending most of his days outside the house. As it was, a couple of enfeebled leather armchairs, a coffee table dating from the Victorian era and a few silver-laced linens were all the things that he needed to run his business properly; those and the company of his partner, Tommy V, who seemed to be running late. Leroy opened his books. He always