Chapter 47: How Many Must Die
Chapter 47
How Many Must Die
I was waiting at the curb when Tip pulled up. I jumped into the front seat, still a bundle of energy from the early morning run. “Get anything else?” I asked as I buckled up.
“An address.”
“How far?”
“Five minutes,” he said, then, “Have fun last night?”
I paused before answering, then smiled. “Yeah, I guess I did. Surprisingly.”
“You looked damn nice in that dress.” Tip switched lanes, merging into the traffic. “Guess that didn’t come out right. Let me try again. You looked great last night, plain and simple. Had nothing to do with the dress.”
“Thanks, Tip.”
“So what do you think we’ll find today?” he asked.
The image of Patti’s battered body came to mind, and her face. “I hope it’s not like Patti. I’m still having bad d
