Mitchell.
My mother and grandmother were waiting for me, looking through the glass storm door, when I docked the Buick in front of their house.
'We always know when you're coming to visit,' Grandma said. 'We can hear this car a mile away.'
No fucking kidding.
'Where's your jacket?' my mother wanted to know. 'Aren't you cold?'
'I didn't have time to take a jacket,' I said. 'It's a long story. Probably you don't want to hear it.'
'I want to hear it,' Grandma said. 'I bet it's a pip.'
'I need to make a phone call first.'
'You can do that while I put the food on the table,' my mother said. 'Everything's done.'
I used the kitchen phone to call Morelli. 'I have a favor to ask,' I said when he answered.
'Good. I love when you're indebted to me.'
'I'd like you to take care of Bob for a while.'
'You aren't pulling a Simon, are you?'
'No!'
'So what's this about?'
'You know how you have police business that you can't explain to me?'
'Yeah.'
'Well, I can't explain this to you. At least not in my mother's kitchen.'
Grandma bustled into the kitchen. 'Is that Joseph on the phone? Tell him we have plenty of fried chicken, but he'll have to get a move on if he wants some.'
'He doesn't like fried chicken.'
'I love fried chicken,' Joe said. 'I'll be right over.'
'No!'
Too late. He'd already disconnected. 'Set an extra plate,' I said.
Grandma was at the table and looked confused. 'Is this extra plate for Bob or Joe?'
'Joe. Bob's stomach is on the blink.'
'No wonder,' Grandma said. 'What with all those prunes. And then he ate a box of Frosted Flakes and a bag of marshmallows. I was cleaning your cupboards while I waited for Louise to come over, and I went to use the bathroom, and when I got back there was nothing on the counter.'
I stroked Bob's head. He was such a dopey dog. Not nearly as smart as Rex. Not even smart enough to pass on the prunes. Still, he had his moments. He had wonderful big brown eyes. And I was a sucker for brown eyes. And he was good company. He never tried to change my radio station, and he never once mentioned my pimple. All right, so I was sort of attached to Bob. In fact, maybe I'd been ready to rip Mitchell's heart out with my bare hands when he dognapped the big guy. I gave Bob a hug. He was good to hug, too. 'You're going home with Joe tonight,' I told him. 'You'll be safe there.'
My mother had the fried chicken on the table, along with biscuits and red cabbage and broccoli. No one would touch the broccoli, but my mother put it out anyway, because it was healthy.
Joe let himself in and took his seat, next to me.
'How'd it go today?' Grandma asked Joe. 'Catch any murderers?'
'Not today, but I have hopes for tomorrow.'
'Really?' I said.
'Well no, not really.'
'How'd it go with Ranger?'
Morelli spooned red cabbage onto his plate. 'As expected.'
'He told me to butt out. Is that what you want me to do, too?'
'Yeah, but I'm smart enough not to tell you to do it. That's like waving a red flag in front of you.' He took a piece of chicken. 'Did you declare war?'
'Sort of. I refused his offer of a safe house.'
'Are you in enough danger to need a safe house?'
'I don't know. It feels extreme.'
Morelli slid his hand along the back of my chair. 'My house is safe. You could move in with Bob and me. And besides, you do owe me a favor, you know.'
'You want to call in the marker already?'
'The sooner, the better.'
The phone rang in the kitchen and Grandma went to answer it. 'It's for Stephanie,' she yelled. 'It's Lula.'
'I've been trying to get in touch with you all afternoon,' Lula said. 'You don't answer nothing. You don't have your cell phone working. And you never answer your pager. What's wrong with the pager?'
'I can't afford both the pager and the cell phone, so I chose the cell phone. What's up?'
'They found Cynthia Lotte sitting in that Porsche, and she was dead as a doorknob. I tell you, you wouldn't get me to sit in that car. You sit in that car, and you end up dead.'
'When did this happen? How do you know?'
'They found her this afternoon, in the parking garage on Third Street. Connie and me heard it over the police band. And on top of that, I got a skip for you. Vinnie was total postal on account of you were out of touch, and there's no one else to take this skip.'
'What about Joyce? What about Frankie Defrances?'
'We can't raise Joyce either. She's not answering her page. And Frankie just had a hernia operation.'
'I'll come in to the office first thing in the morning.'
'No way. Vinnie says you gotta get this guy tonight, before he flies. Vinnie knows right where he is. He gave me the papers.'
'How much is it worth?'
'It's a hundred-thousand-dollar bond. Vinnie's cutting you ten percent.'
Be still, my heart. 'I'll pick you up in about twenty minutes.'
I went back to the table, wrapped two pieces of chicken in my napkin, and dropped the napkin into my shoulder bag. I gave Bob a hug and Morelli a peck on the cheek. 'I've got to go,' I said. 'I have to pick up a skip.'
Morelli didn't look happy. 'Will I see you later?'
'Probably. Besides paying off on my debt, I need to talk to you about Cynthia Lotte.'
'I knew you'd get around to that.'
LULA WAS WAITING outside when I got to her house. 'I got the papers,' she said, 'and it don't sound too bad. His name's Elwood Steiger, and he's up on a drug charge. He was trying to make meth in his mother's garage, but the whole neighborhood reeked of the P2P. Guess one of the neighbors called the police. Anyway, his mother put her house up as bond, and now she's afraid ol' Elwood's gonna take a trip to Mexico. He missed his court date on Friday, and Mom found plane tickets in his sock drawer. So she ratted on him to Vinnie.'
'Where do we find him?'
'According to his mama, he's one of them
I looked at the address and groaned. It was Dougie's house. 'I know the guy who lives here,' I said. 'Dougie Kruper.'
Lula slapped her head. 'I knew that sounded familiar.'
'I don't want anyone to get hurt when we make this apprehension,' I said.
'Uh-huh.'
'We're not going in there like gangbusters with guns drawn.'
'Uh-huh.'
'In fact, we're not going to use guns at all.'
'I hear you.'
I looked at the purse in her lap. 'You have a gun in there?'
'Hell, yes.'
'You have a gun on your hip?'
