CHAPTER 13
PICTURES IN THE PAPERHouston, Texas
We pulled onto Louetta Road and Tip punched the gas, getting up to seventy before we hit the traffic light. He looked at me with those hard eyes of his, and the scar on his face bunched up.
“Think you can go any faster, Denton?”
He ran the red light and dodged a slow car in the left lane. “It’s the heat that makes me drive fast,” Tip said. “In January and February I drive like an old lady.”
“Then I wish this were Valentine’s Day,” I said, and wiped sweat from my forehead. “Crank that a/c up while you’re letting off the gas..”
“Roll the window down.”
“Damn, you’re an ass.”
“Speaking of asses,” Tip said. “Have you seen the ass on the First Lady? Damn, it’s sweet.”
I looked over at Denton. “People don’t talk like that about the First La
