BUFFALODUDE44

I walked in from the scorching July heat into a small tavern; the breeze from the air conditioning unit hit my sweat drenched body, as I sighed with complete relaxation. Tracking down people who don't pay their bills is such a pain in the ass. I approached the counter and flagged down the barmaid. "What can I get-" she began "Sorry, I'm not here for a drink. I'm Ryan Flem, I'm with The First National Bank's BTCD." "..BTCD? What are you, an agent?" she said smacking a wad of bubble  gum the size of my fist. "…not exactly, dear." I said with a worried look. Apparently she didn't get out much. "No, it's the bill and tax collection di