Where were we with the case? I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that we were zooming out of Vegas in the Porsche. There are some fancy Porsches out there, but ours isn’t one of them. Ours is old, brown with yellow doors, also has a bullet hole in the license plate – that was a day I’ll never forget! Although now that I mention it … And there’s a Max’s Memphis Ribs bumper sticker, which I know on account of their great logo: a pig sitting at a table, wearing a bib and holding a knife and fork. Kind of weird, because I’ve run into a pig or two in my time and they’re not like that at all. In fact, when it comes to pigs – watch out!
Anyway, all that about the Porsche is for any newcomers who might be here. The point is we were zooming out of Vegas, Ray Jason in the shotgun seat – my seat – and me on the little shelf in back. I was being real good about it, except for the tiniest bit of gnawing at the leather headrest, close to Ray’s ear.
“Where are we going?” Ray said.
“Take a guess,” said Bernie.
My guess was Max’s Memphis Ribs.
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