CHAPTER 19
TRACE THE CALLHouston, Texas
I didn’t want to bother Tip again at home, but I knew he’d want to hear about this immediately. He answered on the first ring. It made me wonder just where he kept his cell phone, as every time I called, he answered on the first or second ring.
“She called again,” I said.
“I assume no caller ID.”
“Unknown.”
“Anything new?”
“I told her the time of death and when I did, she knew it was right, like she was testing me. And oh, yeah, the best part is, she said the blue dress is a clue. That if we follow the—”
“We don’t have a blue dress.”
“I know we don’t. And get this. She implied that she’d seen pictures of the crime scene.”
“What the f**k!”
“Exactly what I thought..”
“Who could have pictures of the scene other than the murderer?” Tip ponde
