CHAPTER 38
FOLLOW THE MONEYTip headed back to the station, driving what seemed to be two hundred miles an hour half the way there, and me pissing my pants all the way.
“Tip, things are going great today so let’s not press our luck. In other words, slow the f**k down.”
He let the speedometer drift down to eighty, a speed reasonable enough to allow me to release the imaginary brake on the floor and the death grip I had on the armrest and door handle. “You’re a maniac. I’m driving from now on.”
“I’m just itchin’ to see good old Captain Gladys Cooper. She knows something.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know what, but you don’t grow up in an East Texas town without knowing what goes on. I’ve had a feeling all along that Coop’s been stonewalling us.”
Tip parked the car and we headed inside. On o
