Chapter 75

“Howdy,” I said, thinking detectives said howdy, what with cowboys being on the decline.

He jumped. I jumped at his jump. He jumped at my jump. I started to giggle but held it at bay. Detectives shouldn’t giggle, I figured. Cowboys neither.

“Again?” he said. He didn’t sound drunk this time. Sober, he looked meaner.

I nodded. “You wanted proof; I have proof.” I waggled my cell phone his way. “They’re going to turn you in. You turn them in first, we’ll only go after them. They’re the target.”

He sneered my way. “And why is that, Detective? You claim I’m a drug dealer. If such is the case, why only go after the drag queens?”