CHAPTER 33
RB INGLEIngle probably knew we were coming to talk to him before we’d made up our minds.
A receptionist with cropped brown hair greeted us. “Good morning, gentlemen.”
Tip went into his charming and flirtatious act, leaning close toward her and smiling. “Morning, darlin’. I’m Detective Denton, and that’s Detective Cataldi. We’re here to see RB.”
“I’ll see if Mr. Ingle is available,” she said, but there wasn’t a hint of a smile with her response.
“Looks like you’re losing your charm,” I whispered to Tip.
He didn’t smile either.
After we waited for ten or fifteen minutes, a young man dressed in a gray suit and wearing a somber look, came out to greet us. It seemed as if no one was smiling today.
“You’re here to see Mr. Ingle?” he said, without an offer to shake hands.
“We
