I sidled up to him and opened the doughnut box.
Morelli took a doughnut and shoved half in his mouth.
'No breakfast?' I asked.
'Got yanked out of bed for this.'
'I thought you were working vice.'
'I am. Walt Becker is the primary here. He knew I was looking for Kenny, and thought I'd want to be included.'
We both chewed some doughnut.
'So what happened?' I asked.
There was a crime photographer working in the office. Two paramedics stood by, waiting to zip the body into a bag and take off.
Morelli watched the action through the plate-glass window. 'The M.E. estimates time of death at six-thirty. That's right about when the victim would have been opening up. Apparently someone just walked in and blew him away. Three shots to the face, close range. No indication of theft. The cash drawer was intact. No witnesses so far.'
'A hit?'
'Looks like it.'
'This garage selling numbers? Dealing dope?'
'Nothing I know about.'
'Maybe it's personal. Maybe he was screwing someone's wife. Maybe he owed money.'
'Maybe.'
'Maybe Kenny came back to shut him up.'
Morelli didn't move a muscle. 'Maybe.'
'You think Kenny'd do that?'
He shrugged. 'Hard to say what Kenny'd do.'
'You run the plate on that car last night?'
'Yeah. It belongs to my cousin Leo.'
I raised an eyebrow.
'It's a big family,' he said. 'I'm not that close anymore.'
'You going to talk to Leo?'
'Soon as I'm out of here.'
I sipped some of the steaming coffee and watched his eyes lock onto the Styrofoam cup.
'Bet you'd like to have some nice hot coffee,' I said.
'I'd kill for coffee.'
'I'll let you have some if you'll let me tag along when you talk to Leo.'
'Deal.'
I took one last sip and passed him the cup. 'You check on Julia?'
