The Gun
I called Marty first thing in the morning.
“No, we don’t have anything yet,” he said when he answered.
“That’s not what I’m calling about. The money plug’s been yanked. I managed to scrape up enough money for two more days, but that’s it. I need that gun. You’ve got two days to find it. It’s not going to look good on your references if you failed a search like this after so long.”
He sighed. “I understand. We’ll do what we can. If we find the gun, great. All is good. If we don’t, we’ll have to suffer a bad review.”
“Okay. Just wanted you to know where things stood. See you tomorrow. I have to give you a new place to send the invoice for the last two days.”
I met Ribs at the coffee shop instead of the station, as it was a lot closer to the direction we were headed. We had our
