DIANNE BUTLER OUT OF THE BOX
FITZ’S hot new lounge is about to open, right now, and what’s this — a demolition order? (‘‘Of course I love the speckled titmouse. That’s why I built my bar there.’’) And while Fitz is focused on thwarting the bulldozers — all the way to City Hall — his car yard is struggling without him. Left in charge, Ruptal 1 and Ruptal 2, his partners and — technically — his bosses are making important business decisions using the same method their cousin uses to choose suicide bombers: rock, paper, pipe bomb. The bar saga winds up sending Fitz to Miami, where his father is having a tiff with the gay mafia.