The Autopsy
Ribs was already in the office drinking coffee when I got in. “Early, aren’t you?”
“I’ve got three kids home sick. I wasn’t about to stay at home longer than I had to.”
“Pour me a cup of coffee while I call this guy,” I said. “He’s in DC, so he should be in by now.”
“How do you know him?” Ribs asked.
“I used to work with him in Philly. We went through the academy together.”
“Go get ’em, cuz. I’ll cover the coffee end.”
I looked up the number and called. A pleasant and youthful-sounding lady answered. “Federal Bureau of Investigation.”
“Vince Canale please.”
“May I ask who’s calling?”
“Tell him it’s Gino from Philadelphia. He knows me.”
“Yes, sir. One moment please.”
I listened to music while waiting on hold. Finally, Vince answered. “Gino! You son of a b***h. How ha
