'I can take the laundry to my mom's house,' I said. 'Gather it up for me.'
'I want to know the rest of the story first,' Morelli said.
Dickie had his head tipped back with the ice pack over his nose. 'I'm not talking anymore. I have a headache.'
Morelli went to the powder room and got a bottle of Advil. 'From what I've heard so far, you didn't know a whole lot about the drugs-for-arms business. How did you find out about all that?'
'Petiak told me after he hit me. He's on a big nutso ego trip. Had to tell me all the details of his master plan. Even demonstrated his flamethrower. Almost burned the fucking garage down. I gotta admit, the flamethrower is pretty cool. He says he sells a lot of them to the South American drug lords. Apparently scares the bejeezus out of the locals. And I have to tell you, I almost messed myself at the thought of getting it turned on me.'
'Why didn't he turn it on you?'
'I imagine he wanted to make sure I was telling the truth about the key. I got stun-gunned, and I guess injected with something, and next thing I knew, I was back here.'
'And the key?' Morelli asked.
'It's actually a key card. It allows the cardholder to access a high-security account in Holland from a satellite location here in the States. I have the account numbers memorized and a second set in a safety deposit box, but they aren't any good without the card. Without the card, I have to go to Holland to appear in person and pass a retinal and fingerprint scan. Not an option without a passport.'
'Stephanie seems like an odd choice for the key keeper.'
'I didn't choose her. She took the key with her when she left my office. The key's in the clock. I wasn't too worried about it because I knew she'd take care of the clock. I figured in some ways it was probably safer than if I'd left it at the office.'
'What clock?' Morelli asked.
'Her Aunt Tootsie gave us a desk clock as a wedding present. I was using it in my office, and Sticky Fingers took it on her way out. I went to her apartment twice to look for it and couldn't find it. It's not here either, so I'm assuming it's at her parents' house.'
I'd entirely forgotten about the clock. I was mentally scrambling, tracing backward. When did I last see the clock? It was in my bag. Then I stopped at the food store. Put the bags in the back of the car. Put the clock with the bags. Took the bags into the house. Could I have left the clock in the car? I couldn't remember bringing the clock into my apartment.
'You're looking pale,' Morelli said. 'Like all the blood just drained out of your face. You're not going to faint, are your
'I think I left the clock in the car.'
'What car?'
'The Crown Vic.'
'Where is it now?' Morelli asked.
'1 don't know. It broke down on Route 206 and Ranger had one of his men take care of it.'
Dickie took the ice pack off his face. 'You lost Aunt Tootsies clock?'
'It's not your money anyway,' Morelli said to Dickie. 'It's drug money. It belongs to the government. It'll be confiscated.'
I called Ranger and asked him about the Crown Vic. He called back three minutes later.
'Binkie had it towed to the salvage yard,' Ranger said.
'Which one?'
'Rosolli's off Stark.'
'How's Tank?'
'Tank's good. He was discharged this morning. Anything I need to know?'
'Yes, but it's too complicated to tell you on the phone. I'll be around later. Did you feed Rex breakfast and give him fresh water?'
'That's part of Ella's job description.'
I flipped my phone closed. 'It's at Rosolli's.'
Dickie's eyes got wide. 'The junkyard? My God, they'll compress it to the size of a lunchbox.'
'I'll call it in,' Morelli said. 'They'll send someone out to locate the car.'
'What about me?' Dickie said. 'Do I stay here?'
'Your status hasn't changed,' Morelli said. 'Until I hear otherwise, you're in protective custody.'
'Get me your laundry basket,' I said to Morelli. 'I need clean clothes. I think I’m starting to mold.'
EIGHTEEN
GRANDMA MAZUR HAD Blackie under her arm when she opened the door.
'What are you doing with Blackie?' I asked her.
'I’ve been trying to find just the right place to set him out. I want him to look natural.'
At the risk of being unkind, Blackie would need Frankenstein's lab to look natural.
'I have Morelli s laundry. I thought I'd throw it in the washer, and then I have to get back to Morelli,' I told Grandma.
'Blackie and me will take care of it for you. We haven’t got anything better to do.'
I left the laundry with Grandma and ran buck to Morelli's SUV. I thought maybe Lula was right and I didn't' do much for Morelli. It wouldn't kill me to pitch in and clean his house today. It was only a matter of time before my life would be back to normal, although I was beginning to think weird might be normal for me. The police would get the car and the clock and the money. They'd find Petiak and lock him up. And I wasn't sure what would happen to Dickie.
Morelli's house was less than a quarter of a mile from my parents' house. I drove two blocks and was T-boned by a Hummer coming out of an alley that ran behind a row of houses. The impact rammed me into a parked car and left me breathless. Before I had a chance to collect myself, my door was wrenched open, and I was yanked from behind the wheel. It was Dave with a broken nose, bandaged finger, and brace on his knee.
'Haw,' Dave said, jamming the barrel of a gun into my ribs. 'We figured you'd come to see your mom. We've been waiting for you.'
I RECOGNIZED THE garage from Dickie's description. No windows. Room for two cars. Large charred area where Petiak had demonstrated the flamethrower.
'We finally meet,' Petiak said. 'I hope you brought the key.'
'Here's the thing about the key. I don't have it.'
'Wrong answer. That's not at all what I wanted to hear. That answer's making me angry.'
'Yes, but I know where it is.'
'Why can nothing ever be simple?' Petiak asked, sounding a lot like my mother.
'As Dickie probably told you, I didn't realize I had the key. He hid the key in a clock. I look the clock. I didn't know there was a key in it. I left the clock in the trunk of a car. And the car was towed to a salvage yard.'
'Dickie didn't tell me any of this.'
'What did he tell you?'
'He told me you had the key.'
'Yes. I had the key. But technically I don't have the key anymore.'
'Well, at least I can have the pleasure of killing you,' Petiak said.
'You're not listening to me. I know where the key is. We just have to go get it. But here's the thing…'
'I knew there would be another thing,' Petiak said.
'You have to promise not to kill me. And I want a reward. A finders fee.'
'And if I don't agree?'
'I won't help you find the key. I mean, what's the incentive to finding the key if you're going to kill me no matter what?'
'How much of a reward do you want?'
