CHAPTER 42
A PRIVATE TALKTip’s phone rang just as he entered the exit ramp to get off the freeway. He answered and began speaking. I tried to listen, but my phone rang a few seconds later.
“Cataldi.”
“Detective?”
It was a woman’s voice, but caller ID had been blank. “Hello?”
“Detective, you were right.”
I thought I recognized her voice. “Mrs. Ingle?”
“I’m sorry. Yes, this is Anne Ingle. And you were right about the affair. I did know.”
More silence, then, “Perhaps you should come back here so we can talk. There’s a lot to discuss.”
“It will take us about half an hour,” I said, and hung up.
I waited for Tip to finish, trying to piece together what was being said, but he wasn’t talking much, just listening. When he got off he looked to me and said,
“s**t!”
“s**t?” I said. “Is th
