'Yep. Then he went to the locker to get the stuff ready for shipment, and guess what?'
'No stuff.'
'Yep again,' Morelli said. 'Why are you wearing your jacket?'
'I just got in.' I looked wistfully toward the bathroom. 'I was about to take a shower.'
'Hmmm,' Morelli said.
'No hmmm. Tell me about Sandeman. Where does Sandeman figure in?'
'Sandeman heard some conversations between Moogey and Spiro and got curious. So he tapped into one of the many skills he acquired during a life of petty crime, duped the locker key off Moogey's key ring, and by process of lengthy elimination, found the locker.'
'Who killed Moogey?'
'Sandeman. He got nervous. Thought Moogey might have eventually figured out about the borrowed furniture truck.'
'And Sandeman told all of this to Kenny?'
'Kenny can be very persuasive.'
There was no doubt in my mind.
Morelli played with the zipper on my jacket. 'About that shower . . .' I pointed with straight arm and extended finger to my door. 'Out.'
'Don't you want to know about Spiro?'
'What about Spiro?'
'We haven't caught him yet.'
'He's probably gone underground.'
Morelli winced.
'That's undertaker humor,' I told him.
'One more thing. Kenny had an interesting spin on how the fire got started.'
'Lies. All lies.'
'You could have avoided a lot of terror if you'd just left that bug in your pocketbook.' I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. 'This is a subject best forgotten.'
'You left me standing bare-assed in the middle of the street!'
'I gave you your gun, didn't I?'
Morelli grinned. 'You're going to give me more than that, cupcake.'
'Forget it.'
'Not likely,' Morelli said. 'You owe me.'
'I owe you nothing! If anyone is owed, it's me! I caught your cousin for you!'
'And in the process burned down Stiva's Mortuary and destroyed thousands of dollars worth of government property.'
'Well, if you're going to be picky about it . . .'
'Picky? Sweetie pie, you are the worst bounty hunter in the history of the world.'
