The Whistler (The Whistler, #1)

by John Grisham

know?” Cooley replied, “Are you kidding? Look at the

living

relationships and either pursuing careers or having children.

others. She fixed another cup of green tea, caffeine free,

though, about living a life that’s so grounded on handouts. Idleness leads to trouble. We’re seeing more alcohol.

could build a casino? Would you believe that?” Lacy did in fact believe it; the problem was that she had so little proof. She made the rather bold suggestion in an effort

calm. “Lots of suspicions,” he said. A

around the corner, needed only a few minutes. Four days had

can change if we learn more?” “Who knows?” Pacheco replied, clearly exasperated.

2:00 p.m. and 3:00 p.m. The second witness placed him about fifteen miles away. Judging from the trial transcript, neither witness was particularly

asked. “Yep.” When they entered the building, Lacy

the hotel. Lacy knew that Panama City Beach was a busy strip of Highway 98, with dozens of small hotels packed together on the ocean side and fast-food joints and T-shirt shops across the road. “Why’d you hang up a while ago?” Lacy asked. “I don’t know. I’m scared and I’m afraid someone is listening.” “The phones are safe. Keep the door locked and if you see anything

was over. They were handcuffed on the green, led through