I drove onward down the back roads of Burnet County, a twisting trail that no one could follow. We’d made it out alive, and it was time to tie up the loose ends to make sure we stayed that way.
“Denise, call this number for me.” I fished a card from my wallet. “Ask for Ernie at Central Texas Wreckers. Tell him to pick up Jeff’s Silverado at the motel. Say it’s a favor for Trip. He’ll know what to do.”
As Denise made the call, I dug out my phone and found the contact tab for my ex-partner, Big Jim Garrison. I listened to the electronic ring, hoping the Texas Ranger would pick up for me after ten years.
A gruff voice answered. “Trip? Is that you?”
“Yeah. It’s me.”
Big Jim swore delightedly, then his voice became serious. “Are you in some kind of trouble?”
“Not anymore. Jim, I need a fa
