The Final Witnesses
I got into the station way earlier than usual. Ribs was already there sipping on his morning coffee. “Damn, you’re in early,” I said. “I expected you to sleep in.”
“I was up with the crows,” Ribs said.
“Up with the crows? What the hell does that mean?”
“It means I was up early. If you’re up with the crows, you’re up pretty damn early.”
“How early?” I asked.
“By dawn at least. I know that. Crows aren’t ones to sleep in. Not like some people I know.”
I grinned, but generally ignored him. “Marissa said Sanchez got her ass kicked again.”
“That’s what I heard, too,” Ribs said. “I hope she’s got something else in the bag, because we don’t have much to contribute, not beyond speculation.”
“Yeah, and juries aren’t big on speculation. We need to find something real. Som
