CHAPTER 17
A LATE NIGHT CALLHouston, Texas
I kicked my feet up on the desk and stared out the window. The traffic was already backed up and it wasn’t even close to rush hour. As I watched the cars inch along, I focused on how to kick-start this case. The trouble was we had nothing to go on. No fingers for prints, no witnesses, and no match from missing persons. Tip had been right about that.
All we had were pieces of a woman’s body with no clue as to where she’d been killed, or why. The when part had been answered by the autopsy; she’d been killed sometime the night the killer dumped her.
“Where do we go now, Tip?”
“Maybe we’ll get something from the pictures,” Tip said.
I turned around, shaking my head. “That’ll be a long shot.”
“You’re right, but it’s all we’ve got right now.”
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