CHAPTER 44
ALIBISIngle’s lawyer had him out in less than an hour, a testament to how money still greased the wheels in Houston politics—and law enforcement. Before Ingle left the building Tip reminded him that we’d be chatting again real soon.
“This is only a temporary reprieve,” Tip said. “Just long enough to let you fake an alibi.”
“Fortunately, you won’t have nearly so long,” Ingle said, just before his lawyer told him to shut up.
“I believe he just threatened me,” Tip said.
Coop came up to stand between Tip and me.
“Don’t take it lightly. Bob Ingle has a lot of power in this city.”
And it doesn’t hurt that he knows the president,” I said.
Coop nodded. “We opened up a can of worms,” she said, and she was still nodding. “You better have your s**t together, because Bob’s gonna co
