Morelli blew out a sigh and disconnected.
I dialed Ranger. 'I have a problem,' I said to Ranger.
'And?'
'I was hoping you could solve it.'
'Give me a hint.'
'My car's been booted.'
'And?'
'I need to get the boot off.'
'Anything else?'
'I could use some doughnuts. I haven't had dinner.'
'Where are you?'
'My apartment.'
'Babe,' Ranger said, and the connection went dead.
Ten minutes later, Rangers Porsche rolled to a stop next to the Saturn.
Ranger got out and handed me a bag. Ranger was in his usual black. Black
T-shirt that looked like it was painted onto his biceps and clung to his washboard stomach. Black cargo pants that had lots of pockets for Rangers goodies, although clearly not all his goodies were relegated to the pockets.
His hair was medium cut and silky straight, falling across his forehead.
'Doughnuts?' I asked.
'Turkey club. Doughnuts will kill you.'
'And?'
Ranger almost smiled at me. 'If I had to drive this Saturn I'd want to die, too.'
FOUR
'Can you get the boot off?' I asked Ranger.
Ranger toed the big chunk of metal that was wrapped around my tire. 'Tank's on his way with the equipment. How'd you manage to get booted in the lot?'
'Morelli. He thinks the car's unsafe.'
'And?'
'Okay, so it's got some cosmetic problems.'
'Babe, it's got a twelve-inch hole in the floor.'
'Yeah, but the hole's in the back and I can't even see it when I'm in the front. And if I leave the back windows open the fumes get sucked out before they get to me.'
'Good to know you've thought this through.'
'Are you laughing at me?'
'Do I look like I'm laughing?'
'I thought I saw your mouth twitch.'
'How'd this happen?'
I took the turkey club out of the bag and unwrapped it. 'It was the note guy. I took Grandma to a viewing at Stivas, and when we left, there was a note in the car. It said it was my turn to burn . . . and then the backseat caught fire on the way to my parents' house.' I took a bite of the sandwich.
'I have a feeling about the note guy. I think the note guy is Stiva's kid. Spiro. Joe's Grandma Bella told me she had a vision about rats running away from a fire. And one of the rats was sick and it came back to get me.'
'And you think that rat is Spiro?'
'Do you remember Spiro? Beady rat eyes. No chin. Bad overbite. Mousy brown hair.'
'Bella's a little crazy, Babe.'
I finished the turkey club. 'A guy named Michael Barroni disappeared ten days ago. Sixty-two years old. Upstanding citizen. Had a house on Roebling. Owned the hardware store on Rudd and Liberty. Locked the store up at the end of the day and disappeared off the face of the earth. Morelli punched Barroni into missing persons and found there were two other similar cases. Benny Gorman and Louis Lazar. Connie said you're looking for Gorman.'
'Yeah, and he feels like a dead end.'
'Maybe it's a dead end because he's dead.'
'Its crossed my mind.'
I crumpled the sandwich bag and tossed it into the back of the Saturn. It bounced off the charred backseat and
