TWENTY-FIVEBig Jim Bullock and Trick Delgado spent Thursday cruising the streets of Agua Verde, keeping their eyes open for the elusive Whitey the Werewolf who was likely in a different state by then. But they looked nonetheless. You never know what the truth really is. Cops are lied to all the time. Enough that they can spot a lie as easily as a cockroach in a bin of white flour. Suspects had “tells” just like gamblers, their body language giving them away. A glance downward as their brain formed a lie, a moment of rising anger that told a cop he’d hit a nerve and was on the right track. But there was the rare time a cop got snookered. Jim thought Tony “Snorkel” Pitassi had told him the truth, instinct said so, but even instinct lied once in awhile. He had to be sure, so he kept his eyes
