CHAPTER 18
WAITING FOR THE PHONE TO RINGHouston, Texas
I met Tip at the station, then we headed out for another day of interviews. With any luck this would be the last of them. “Did you check with Roberts?”
“The call didn’t come from her,” Tip said. “At least that’s what she said, and I believe her.”
“Who has my private number? It’s unlisted. You’re not supposed to be able to get a damn unlisted number.” I kept one hand on the wheel but turned some to look at Tip. “And remember, the caller knew the victim had blue eyes. She knew.”
“How the f**k did she know that? You sure you didn’t let it slip?”
“Of course I didn’t let it slip. I thought she was a reporter, and I was about to hang up when she sprung that on me.”
“What did she want?”
“We went through this last night. She wanted to
