I had put out an unsuccessful hit on someone's life and was working on cleaning up the evidence.
I was also hosting the Toronto Police and was driving around with a high ranking detective who had such a long torso he could lean back into the back seat even when sitting in the front seat.
I still had a pile of things that I needed to give back to my students it was all in a small room. I knew I could figure a way to get it back to them.
The Toronto Police were eating in a separate dining room behind the bathroom. The sandwiches were terrible. They were onion sandwiches. They also got some pancakes which may have been hopeful. We only paid $10/meal. Nobody was complaining but I knew it was bad.