Joyce Barnhardt. He had it on his desk.'
'I thought you were over Dickie.'
'Turns out there was some hostility left.'
And now Dickie might be dead, and I wasn't sure what I felt. It seemed mean-spirited to be happy, but I wasn't experiencing a lot of remorse. The best I could manage on short notice was that there would be a hole in my life where Dickie used to reside. But then, maybe not. Maybe there wasn't even much of a hole.
Morelli sipped his coffee. He was wearing a gray sweatshirt under a navy jacket, and his black hair curled over his ears and fell across his forehead. I had a flashback of him in bed when his hair was damp against the nape of his neck, and his eyes were dilated black and focused on me.
'Good thing I have an alibi,' I said.
'And that would be what?'
'You were here.'
'I left at ten to take the murders in the Berringer Building.'
Uh oh. 'Do you think I killed Dickie?' I asked Morelli.
'No. You were naked and satisfied when I left. I can't see you leaving that mellow state and going off to Dickie's house.'
'Let me analyze this a little,' I said to Morelli. 'Your expertise in bed is my alibi.'
'Pretty much.'
'Do you think that will hold up in a court of law?'
'No, but it'll look good for me in the tabloids.'
'And if it wasn't for all that good sex and spaghetti, you'd think I was capable of killing Dickie?'
'Cupcake, I think you're capable of most anything.''
Morelli was grinning, and I knew he was playing with me, but there was some truth in what he was saying as well.
'I have limits,' I told him.
He slipped an arm around my waist and kissed my neck. 'Fortunately, not too many.'
Okay, so probably I should tell Morelli about Ranger and the bugging, but things were going so well I hated to put a fly in the ointment. If I tell Morelli about the bugging, he'll do his Italian thing, yelling at me and waving his arms and forbidding me to work with Ranger. Then, since I'm of Hungarian descent on my mother's side, I'll have to do my Hungarian thing and glare at him, hands on hips, and tell him I'll work with whoever I damn well want. Then he'll stomp out of my apartment, and I won't see him for a week, during which time we'll both be upset.
'Are you staying for a while?' I asked Morelli.
'No. I need to talk to someone in Hamilton Township about the Berringer murders. I was passing by and thought you'd want to know about Dickie.' Morelli looked over my shoulder at the open file. 'Diggery again? What's he done this time?'
'Got drunk and trashed a bar on Ninth Street with his shovel. Smashed about two thousand dollars' worth of booze and glassware, and chased the bartender down the street.'
'You aren't spending the night in the cemetery, are you?'
'Wasn't planning on it. The ground is frozen. Diggery will wait until someone new is planted and the digging is easier. I checked the obits. No one was buried yesterday, and there aren't any funerals today. Is there a specific reason you're interested, or are you just making conversation?'
'I was thinking about the leftover spaghetti.'
'Bob and I ate it for breakfast.'
'In that case, I'll bring dinner,' Morelli said. 'Do you have a preference? Chinese? Pizza? Fried chicken?'
'Surprise me.'
Morelli set his cup on the dining room table and kissed the top of my head. 'Gotta go. I'll take Bob with me.'
And Morelli and Bob were gone.
I dialed Lula. 'I'm not having any luck getting information out of Diggery's relatives. I'm going to take a ride over there and look around for myself. Do you want to ride along?'
'Hell no. Last time we were in his shit-hole trailer, you opened a closet door and a twenty-foot snake fell out.'
'You can stay in the car. That way, if the snake gets me, and you don't see me after an hour's gone by, you can call to have someone haul my cold dead body out of the house.'
'As long as I don't have to get out of the car.'
'I'll pick you up in a half hour.'
I gathered my files together, turned my computer off, and called Ranger.
'Yo,' Ranger said.
'Yo yourself. Dickie's disappeared.'
'That's what I hear.'
'I have a few questions.'
'It wouldn't be smart to answer those questions on the phone,' Ranger said.
'I'm going out with Lula this morning to look for Diggery, but maybe we can get together this afternoon.'
'Keep your eyes open for the snake.'
And Ranger disconnected.
I bundled myself up in my big quilted coat, scarf, and gloves, took the elevator to the lobby, and pushed out into the cold. I walked to the burgundy Crown Vic and gave it a kick to the driver's side door with my boot.
'I hate you,' I said to the car.
I got in, cranked the engine over, and drove to the office.
Lula came out when I drove up. She wrenched the passenger side door open and looked in at me. 'What the heck is this?'
'A Crown Vic.'
'I know it's a Crown Vic. Everybody knows a Crown Vic. What are you doing driving one? Three days ago, you were driving an Escape.'
'A tree fell on it. It was totaled.'
'Must have been a big tree.'
'Are you going to get in?'
'I'm weighing the consequences. People see me in this they think I'm arrested… again. It's gonna be damaging to my good reputation. Even without that, it'll be humiliating. Hard enough being hot without overcoming a humiliating automotive experience. I got a image to think about.'
'We could use your car.'
'Yeah, but suppose by some miracle you catch Diggery? I'm not putting his moldy ass in my Firebird.'
'Well, I'm not driving to Bordentown in this POS all by myself. I'll buy you lunch if you'll get in the car.'
Lula slid onto the passenger seat and buckled up. 'I got a craving for a Cluck Burger Deluxe today. And a large fries. And maybe one of them Clucky Apple Pies.'
I had sixteen dollars and fifty-seven cents in my purse, and it had to last me until I brought in a skip and got a new infusion of money. Two-fifty for a Cluck Burger Deluxe. A dollar-fifty for fries. Another dollar for the pie. Then she'd need a drink. And I'd get a bargain-meal cheeseburger for ninety-nine cents. That would give me ten dollars left for an emergency. Good thing Morelli was bringing dinner.
I took Hamilton to Broad and headed south. I thought I was hearing a strange grinding sound coming from under the hood, so I turned the radio up.
'You're not gonna guess what Connie picked up on the police band this morning,' Lula said. 'Dickie's missing, and it don't look good. There was blood and bullets all over the place. Hope you got a alibi.'
'I was with Morelli.' Earlier in the evening.
'Don't come much better than that,' Lula said.
'Did you hear if they have any suspects?'
'You mean besides you?'
'Yeah.'
'Nope. You're it, so far as I could tell.' Lula cut her eyes to me. 'I don't suppose it was you.'
