Where Did the Call Go?
Ribs walked up to my desk holding a folded paper.
“Dallas,” he said. “That’s where they say the cell call went. Somewhere on the northwest side of town. From the map, it looks to be a few miles west of the Galleria.”
Julie walked in while Ribs was talking. “Here’s something interesting,” Julie said. “I just got this from another bank account that was set up in Mr. Hemphill’s name only. We have withdrawals of more than $15,000 in the past twelve months.”
Ribs whistled, long and slow. “That’s a lot of money, cuz.”
“I wonder where it went,” I said. “Or what it went for.”
“I’d bet a big portion of that money went to the owner of the cell number we traced to Dallas.”
“I won’t take that bet, Ribs. I’m guessing you’re right on that, but I am curious to hear what Mr.
