"Pal, I wish I could help you. Hey, do any of you guys know Willy's hangout address? Confidential, of course. For Willy's good friend here."
They all shook their heads blankly. The speaker told Heck: "And I'm Willy's number three lootenant. It shows you how careful you got to be these days. You just can't trust nobody."
"But somebody must surely know!"
"Well, listen," Willy's number three lieutenant said, "you might try Johnny The Cat Simese."
"Johnny the, uh—"
"Johnny The Cat Simese. He hangs out at Ada's gym, when he ain't bodyguarding Willy's corpus."
"You don't mean corpus, stupid," one of the other thugs said. "A corpus is a dead man."
"Well, anyhow," said the lieutenant.
"Ada's gym," memorized Heck. "Johnny The Cat Simese." He teleported. He vanished.
"Hey, what the hell?" one of the thugs said.