CHAPTER 30
A NEW LEADThe phone rang on Fat Charlie’s desk. He looked at his watch—not even seven o’clock yet. “Hello?”
“Officer, I have someone on the line who asked for Detective Denton. He said he’s calling about the pictures in the paper.”
“I’ll take it,” Charlie said, and then, “This is Detective Charles Masterson. How can I help you?”
“I saw that picture in the paper and thought I’d better call. I was up there that night, and I saw a pickup down under the Cypress Creek bridge.”
Charlie jotted notes down as the man talked. “Are you sure it was the same night?”
“No question. We had a big storm blow in that night, and I caught it on my way home.”
“Can you describe the vehicle? Charlie asked.
“It was a brand new F–150 Super Crew. White, with a short bed. I remember thinking how s
