CHAPTER 39
BAD NEWS COMES IN THREESWe were almost to our desk when the phone guy called. Tip grabbed it and ducked into the coffee room, signaling me to follow. He turned the speaker on before he spoke.
“What’s up? I thought you said tonight.”
“I had a chance to check early, but I don’t have much for you. She called an untraceable number in the Washington DC area.”
“How long did the call last?”
“Less than two minutes. One minute thirty-two seconds to be precise.”
“Thanks,” Tip said. “I owe you.”
My mind raced. “Who did she call?” I asked, as soon as Tip hung up the line.
“The way I see it,” Tip said, “we have three possibilities—Tom Marsen, the First Lady, or a random number in the DC area.”
“I wish we had more suspects,” I said.
“Me too.”
“Maybe we ought to pick on Coop and na
