Chapter 17: Tip and Connie
Chapter 17
Tip and Connie
I followed directions toward downtown, parked the convertible, and walked into the Harris County Sheriff’s Office. The day was warm, and there were plenty of people, but the city seemed empty compared to New York. Nerves made my stomach churn as I walked into the building and quickly sought out the desk sergeant. Desk sergeants seemed to be the same everywhere. This one was a big Irish-looking guy with a practiced smile.
“Afternoon, Sergeant. I’m here to see Lieutenant Renkin.”
He glanced at me, but that was about it. “He expecting you?” The question rolled off his tongue as if he had asked it a thousand times, and the way he continued writing on a report or a duty roster, convinced me all the more.
“Yes, he’s expecting me.” I offe
