CHAPTER 57
BROKEN PUZZLESTip was home, sitting on the side porch, when I pulled into the driveway.
“Damn you’re slow, partner. If you hadn’t gotten here soon I was gonna eat your egg rolls.”
He tossed me a bag when I reached the porch. “Jalapeños?” I asked.
“Got you both in case you changed your mind. I simply can’t believe that anyone could not like Jack in the Box egg rolls.”
I took a seat next to Tip and reached in for an egg roll. “I called Mrs. Ingle on the way up.”
“And?”
“And she didn’t change her story—not even a little bit. That bothered me some. But what bothered me more was thinking about the fight between Reggie and Mr. Ingle.”
Tip downed the last of his egg rolls and gulped the rest of his beer. “No way Ingle should have come out ahead if he fought Reggie, an ex-Range
