CHAPTER 29
CHECKING THE FACTSHouston, Texas
All the way into town I thought about the new drug czar the First Lady had announced. I had to admit I was pissed, but I had no reason to be. There was no way I could’ve been chosen. I knew that, but the dreams lingered—like how people dream of winning the lottery every time they buy a ticket.
As I thought this, I realized that I was probably just thinking of anything to keep my mind from pondering on what I’d done to Rico, or more precisely, Rico’s family. I didn’t give a s**t about Rico, but I did feel sorry for his wife and kids.
For the last few miles I focused on clearing my head, and by the time I arrived I was reoriented on the case.
I arrived at the station before Tip, and had coffee brewing by the time he got there. Fat Charlie had
