Bust Her Ass
I called Ribs and told him to meet me at the station early. I got there before eight and waited. About ten minutes later, Ribs showed up.
“About time you got here,” I said. “I was beginning to wonder.”
“Wonder all you want, cuz. I’ve been here, drank my coffee, took a piss, and held three conversations while I waited for you.”
I laughed. “You’re so full of s**t, Ribs. It’s getting to the point where you’re like Tip—you don’t even know when you’re lying.”
“Then it’s a good thing I have you to keep track,” Ribs said. “What’s up? What have you got planned for today?”
“I thought we’d gather everything we’ve got and go see the wife. But first, I’ve got an idea.”
“That’s dangerous. What’s the idea?”
“I thought of it last night. Remember when we were looking at the tax record
