Good Old Boys
Maia pulled her rental car into one of the empty spaces in front of the rented office. It was a Saturday in this sleepy little town, and the only other vehicles there were Dub Collins’ mammoth black pickup, shining like polished coal in the morning sun, and the rental Sedan that her partner Carl was using. Old Dub must have wanted to talk pretty badly to call them out here on a Saturday. He usually spent his weekends fishing or hunting. Maybe he’d finally decided to take that ‘investment opportunity’ they’d been touting to him for so long. Maybe it was that last set of phony returns Joseph had faxed to them that had finally helped him to make up his mind. She certainly hoped so. Old Dub had a lot of money, and was singularly reluctant to part with any of it. He kept most of
