The envelope doesn't blow up or turn into a viper. Inside is a card that smells like Hydrangea. It reads:
That was very rude of you to leave me in the coffee shop like that.
Tonight I will search for YT on the Astral Plane. Meet me tomorrow at 6 PM. Room 924 at the M.
Don't be late.
Hunh. Somebody's a little sensitive.
I patrol around Old Town for an hour, mostly for the exercise, then call it a night. When I get home Colin and Treehugger are still asleep in the guest room. It smells like patchouli in here.