Chapter 40: Freddy the Informant
Chapter 40
Freddy the Informant
We got no viable leads from the newscast, and nothing had come up from the Mason or Gardner cases. Unless something broke, we were back to a dead end. As we drove up the freeway, discussing plans for what to do about Carlos, I looked at my watch and cursed. “I’ve got to get to Elena’s. I don’t even know if that dress will fit.”
Tip glanced in his rearview mirror then switched lanes, pulling across two of them toward the right. “There’s an exit a couple of miles ahead. We can turn around and be at Elena’s place in less than twenty minutes.” He picked up his cell and punched in Elena’s number.
“Hello, handsome.”
“I got Connie in the car with me. She wanted to stop and check out that dress.”
A short pause followed, then,
