CHAPTER 50
CATCHING UPAs I drove home, I thought a lot about the Camwyck investigation, and my visit with Anne Ingle, which put a new twist to a strange case. I dialed Tip’s number.
“Hey, partner. Where are you?”
“Just left Ingle’s house.”
“Did you remember to take off the rubber band?”
Tip could always make me laugh. “I didn’t need to use it, asshole. But there is a hell of a lot to talk about.”
“I got a big list myself,” Tip said. “Come up to my house and we’ll mull things over.”
“I’ll need directions.”
“Directions? You were just here last night.”
“I know, but my mind was elsewhere.”
Tip texted the address, which I plugged into the phone’s GPS. “I’ll be there in half an hour,” I said.
“Bring beer,” Tip said and hung up.
I parked in the driveway and walked up to Tip’s back do
