Explain Yourself, Mr. Hemphill
I called Hemphill to let him know we were coming up. He wanted to know what for, so I told him we had more questions regarding his trip to Atlanta. I didn’t want him to prepare answers for the cash withdrawal questions, and I didn’t want him to know we needed a picture for the look-alike program. The picture I had wasn’t good enough.
About thirty minutes into the drive, Ribs said. “What were you doing last night? I tried calling but nobody answered.”
“I was with Marissa.”
“At 11:00?”
“And at 1:00 and 3:00 and 5:00.”
“What? Son of a b***h! She spent the night?”
I nodded. “She did, Ribs, and if you tell anybody, I’ll kill you.”
“You don’t have to worry about me,” he said. “Just give me the scoop. What happened?”
“We had a quiet dinner, drank some wine,
