Tank
I WAS BREWING myself a pot of coffee when Raptor and Tail showed up just after nine a.m.
“They certainly did a number on your windows,” said Tail, walking through the doorway. “Good thing you weren’t in your usual spot on the couch jerking off to pornos or you’d be dead, brother.”
“Good thing your mother wasn’t in her usual spot, down there on the carpet, blowing me. We’d both be goners,” I answered, grinning back.
Tail flipped me off.
“This is some serious s**t,” said Raptor, examining some of the bullet holes in the side of the wall. “And you said the neighbors called the cops?”
“Yeah,” I replied.
“Are they investigating?” asked Raptor.
“I don’t know. They recovered most of the bullets and said they’d be looking into this, but I told them I wasn’t interested in pressing char
