Big Bobby was talking with Sara Jean when I walked in through their glass doors. They did not look happy to see me, which made the situation all the sweeter. Assuming I actually got paid, that was.
“Good morning, assholes! How the hell are you?” I said with a smug grin.
Big Bobby stood up tall and crossed his arms. Damn, he was a big man. “What the hell you doing here? We fired you last week.”
“Maybe so, but you still owe me for these two.” I waved the body receipts.
Sara Jean looked as if she’d just eaten a cockroach. Big Bobby got a confused look on his face.
“We ain’t paying you for those!” Big Bobby insisted. “We gave your cases to Fiddler.” He reached for the body receipts, but I pulled them out of his grasp.
“Au contraire, monsieur. Sara Jean and I already discussed it. I even
