CHAPTER 28
ANOTHER BODYWe walked out back porch, where I filled Tip in on what Santos told me about the body in Dallas as we nursed a couple of beers. Every few minutes, I wiped sweat off my head and swatted a few mosquitoes away. “I hate Texas summers.”
“They are a b***h aren’t they?”
“It got hot in Philly, but summer didn’t last eight months. And we didn’t have mosquitoes as big as sparrows.”
“f*****g pussies.” Tip gulped the last of his beer and tossed it into a can I had on the porch. “Tell me about Dallas again.”
I looked at the notes from my talk with Santos. “Vic was a prostitute, a high-end one, Santos said. Her name was Patti Richards. But get this, she was almost as old as Camwyck.”
“How’d they ID her? You didn’t tell me they had a name.”
“Prints matched a TDL record.”
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