I surveyed my surroundings cautiously. I didn't trust Bumpty's contact, no matter how much he trusts him. It's at least 100 degrees out here, I thought to myself. Where is he? He said he was going to be here an hour ago!
Wiping the sweat from my brow with my trusty red kerchief, I checked my phone. No new notifications.
I'm going to kill Bumpty Dumpty.
I raised my head and signaled the waitress. "Excuse me, please, can I get refill on my sweet tea?" The waitress, a pretty girl who appeared to be in her early twenties, smiled and took my cup. She stepped back inside the restaurant, and I pulled my phone out and dialed my partner.
"Is he there yet?" Bumpty said his husky voice low and flat.
"No," I responded. "He did say he'd meet me to discuss our… uh… black gold… outside La Rojo, yes?" I said quietly as to not draw any attention to myself. "Well he isn't here, and I'm getting really angry."
"Calm down," Bumpty said. "You don't need any more problems. We already had to bribe some Mexican police officers to not arrest you last time you got pissed. Just wait a little longer, he's notorious for being late."
Before I could respond, A man wearing a large black top hat and sun glasses sat down in the chair opposite to me. I hung up without saying a final word to Bumpty.
"Red..?" The man said with a gravely voice.
"Yeah, that's me. Are you the Squealer?" I whispered, looking at him closely. He had a scar on his cheek, and a reddish brown goatie. "It's about time you decided to show up. Thought I was about to die of the heat. Next time, show up on time, or your whole life will become a red zone."
"Do you want the information?" He spat at me angrily. "I'm not going to sit around here taking your stupidity!" He had a bit of an accent, but I couldn't quite tell where he was from.
Oh who cares, I think to myself. So long as this is good information, I can be done with this pale fool. "Hell yes I want the information!"