I gritted my teeth. 'Unh.'
'So what are you doing here?'
'Through some superb detective work, I discovered that Kenny is staying here, registered as John Sherman.'
A spark of excitement flickered across Morelli's face. 'You have an ID?'
'Both the night clerk and the day clerk recognized Kenny from his picture. He's driving a blue panel van and was last seen yesterday morning. I got here early last night and sat until one. I was back here at six-thirty this morning.'
'No sign of Kenny.'
'None.'
'Have you been through his room?'
'Not yet.'
'The maid been through?'
'Nope.'
Morelli opened his door. 'Let's take a look.'
Morelli identified himself to the day clerk and got a key to number 17. He rapped on the unit's door twice. No answer. He unlocked the door, and we both entered. The bed was unmade. A navy duffel bag sat open on the floor. The bag contained socks and shorts and two black T-shirts. A flannel shirt and a pair of jeans had been tossed across the back of a chair. A shaving kit sat open in the bathroom.
'Looks to me like he's been scared off,' Morelli said. 'My guess is he spotted you.'
'Impossible. I parked in the darkest part of the lot. And how did he know it was me?'
'Sweet thing, everyone knows it's you.'
'It's this awful car! It's ruining my life. It's sabotaging my career.' Morelli grinned. 'That's a lot to ask of a car.'
I tried to look contemptuous, but it was hard with my teeth chattering from the cold. 'Now what?' I asked.
'Now I talk to the clerk and ask her to call me if Kenny returns.' He gave me a fast headto-foot appraisal. 'You look like you slept in those clothes.'
'How'd it go with Spiro and Louie Moon yesterday?'
'I don't think Louie Moon is involved. He doesn't have what it takes.'
'Intelligence?'
'Contacts,' Morelli said. 'Whoever has the guns is selling them off. I did some checking. Moon doesn't move in the right circles. Moon wouldn't even know how to go about finding the right circles.'
'What about Spiro?'
'Wasn't ready to give me a confession.' He flipped the light off. 'You should go home and take a shower and get dressed for dinner.'
'Dinner?'
'Pot roast at six.'
'You aren't serious.'
The grin was back. 'I'll pick you up at quarter to six.'
'No! I'll drive myself.'
