Where's the Gun?
I was going over case files at my desk when Ribs got in. “About time,” I said. “I’ve been here for hours.”
“I can’t help it if you don’t sleep. I do.”
“By the way, that comment last night about Marissa was inappropriate.”
Ribs sat down across from me. “I know, cuz. Goddamn, I’m sorry. It just slipped out. Was she upset?”
“No. It didn’t bother her at all. But it did make me uncomfortable. What did you tell Rosalee? Did she ask?”
“You know Rosalee. She wants to know everything about anything. So of course she asked. And I told her the truth.”
“What did she say?”
“She said, ‘more power to her.’”
“What?”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought, too. I imagined she’d be worked up about it when I told her, but she was fine with the whole thing. I think it had a lot to do with the
