Chapter 13: Changing Times
Chapter 13
Changing Times
Houston, Texas
Tip Denton had finally found it—the perfect ass. The one he’d been looking for all of his life. Smooth as silk and perched atop long, toned, tanned legs. He didn’t yet know who owned these legs, or that ass, but he intended to find out. What good was it being the best damned detective in Texas—hell, the whole world—if you couldn’t do things like that. He rolled over, flipped his pillow to a cool side, smiled.
A long sigh carried him back to his dream, then the phone rang. He kept trying to get back to that ass, but the phone wouldn’t let him. He threw the sheets off and lunged for it. “Tip Denton.”
“We got a live one…”
“Where?”
“Over off FM 2920, south of Huffmeister. You know—”
“Don’t tell me it’s Mollie.”
“You
