“Well, would you like to meet?” he asked after about twenty minutes on the phone. I told him sure. “Good,” he said. “But let’s do a drive-by.” “What’s that?” I asked, dreading the answer. “Oh, a quickie meet. Ten minutes. Twenty tops. That way there’s no risk, nothing invested. A quick cup of coffee. No fuss, no muss.” I told him there was someone at my door and I’d call him back. He’s still waiting.