CHAPTER 45
"What happened? You look awful!" Even in the morning light I could see the cuts and bruises on Kip's face.
"Hey Babe," he said nonchalantly, pouring milk in his cereal bowl. "Why are you up so early?"
I gingerly cupped his face in my hands. "To hang out with you. Who beat you up?"
"You should see the other guy," Kip joked. "Funny story, my assistant and I did some sleuthing and found out who's dumping the atrazine." He paused to eat some cereal. "It's Florida Sugar--in case you didn't guess."
"Not surprised," I said, refilling his coffee cup. "They didn't like you snooping around, huh?" I pointed at his contusions.
"You could say that," he replied. "Their policy is rough trespassers up, skip the warning. They're just camera-shy."
I took a sip of his coffee. "So, no pictur
