Five-alarm

It was a five-alarm fire.

And the hundred-thirty-pound Rich LeFevre, in six hundred seconds, inhaled one and a half gallons of five-alarm chili.

Instead, I only worked the Five Alarm cases—high-profile murders—and for those I exclusively partnered with Honey.

As Democrats have said to me, if you say everything’s a five-alarm fire, then nothing’s a five-alarm fire, right? They’re going to be cautious about where they pick their moments.