CHAPTER 23
WOMEN LOVE SHOESHouston, Texas
The next morning, I met Tip for breakfast at Cracker Barrel. While we ate, we went over the case, trying to think of anything we missed. “It still bugs me how this damn caller knows so much about the case,” I said. “And about me.”
Tip shook his head. “People can find out anything nowadays. Suppose the caller has a contact with the insurance company—they’ve got your life history.”
“You’re right, not difficult if she has access to personnel files or insurance records.”
Tip looked at me. “Are you trying to say this is a cop?”
“I don’t know what I’m saying, but something’s not right. This lady knows too much about me and about police procedure.”
Tip stared off to the side, quiet. “I don’t know what’s going on either, but something’s screwy. We’
