Back in the ’90s, ambitious crooks in Orlando used to grind a caper on tourists that revolved around pizza delivery. They’d make up phony flyers for non-existent pizza joints, leave them on windshields in hotel parking lots, and wait for the unsuspecting tourists to order. Then they’d show up at their hotel rooms with an empty pizza box and the marks would just let them in.
That dated caper was the inspiration for this story, “95 Degrees,” published on the UK crime site Near to the Knuckle. Thanks for having me!
Patrick G. Cooper 