Chapter 59: The Last Witness
Chapter 59
The Last Witness
As I drove down the freeway at almost ninety—close to Tip-Denton speed—I wondered about a lot of things. Mostly though, I wondered how Lucia would take the news that her husband was going to jail for felony murder—if he didn’t get the needle. They did that s**t in Texas—no messing around.
Twenty minutes later, I exited the freeway, slowing so my tires didn’t screech going into the little strip center. I parked out front. There were two doors. One said Lone Star Recovery. The other had no text.
“Stay in the car, Lonny. This is no s**t. Stay in the car.”
“Aren’t you calling backup or something?”
“If you see me in trouble, call somebody.”
I went inside. The receptionist desk was empty, and it looked like it had been for a long t
