CHAPTER 53
9-1-1I met Tip at the station, and we headed to Coop’s office. On the way, I filled him in on my talk with Anne.
“It sounds like the Ingles have a happy home,” he said.
“I feel sorry for her,” I said.
Coop was standing at Cindy’s desk when we turned the corner. Tip raised his voice, and said, “Gino, forget about being such a nice guy. You need to practice being a son of a b***h like Gladys.”
She didn’t flinch. “I heard your loud mouth, Denton. But if I was half the son of a b***h you pretend I am, you’d be in deep shit.”
Coop grabbed a folder from Cindy and turned to face us. “The phone hasn’t stopped all morning. Ingle must have been calling people since he got up.”
“Who’s pressing the hardest?” I asked.
“Rusty’s been the worst, but that’s not surprising considering wh
