CHAPTER 37
EAST TEXAS TALESWe left Cybil’s office and headed west, then north on I-45. I was happy to be out of that hotbox, but Tip seemed exhilarated, as if he’d popped a few pills.
“Did you see her, Gino? Guess we shook the world on that one.”
“We shook it all right. And I’m afraid we’re going to feel the reverberations soon.”
“Do you think she’ll make a call?”
“There’s no doubt she’ll call somebody. Who is the big question.”
“We’ll find out soon enough,” Tip said, and cut across two lanes of traffic, scaring me to death.
I sneered as we passed a church and turned my head.
Tip said, “You got something against churches?”
“Let’s say I’m not fond of them.”
“Is this something you want to talk about?”
“What’s with the questions? Are you a priest?”
“Not last time I checked, but I
