CHAPTER 64
CLOSING THE CASEI didn’t drive Tip Denton speed to Ingle’s house, but I pushed harder on the pedal than I normally do. We got to Ingle’s hotel room in less than 20 minutes.
She seemed surprised to see us.
“More questions?”
“Just a few,” Tip said.
“You’re not getting away with this,” I said. “We’ve got enough to convict you now.”
She laughed. “You have nothing.”
“And you want to know the best part?” I said. “You won’t get to keep any of the money. When you’re convicted all of the money goes to his daughter.”
She scrunched her eyebrows. “Bob doesn’t have a daughter.”
“We know he does,” I said.
“What do you detectives think you have?”
“You knew about the blackmail that Camwyck had going on. We’ve got inconsistencies with the blood splatter—and trust me, the medical exam
