sleepless nights.”
I had bags under my eyes because I’d thrashed around all night in a state over bread. And then I was in a state because I had two men in my life, and I had no clue what to do with them. I loved them each in different ways, and I was too traditional and Catholic to just enjoy them. How sick is that? I wasn’t a practicing Catholic, but I had guilt. And I was stuck with all these rules about relationships. And then there was my mother, who I suspect was mortally afraid I’d end up with Ranger. And my grandmother, who probably thought I was an idiot not to be sleeping with both of them. And my father, who didn’t think there was a man alive who was worthy of me. So I’d probably gotten about an hour’s sleep last night. And then Chet had called at seven o’clock. Midmorning for Ranger’s team.
“This morning, Chet called with a list of properties Sunflower owns through his holding company,” I told Connie and Lula. “I’m going to do a drive-by on everything that’s local.”
“I’m up for that,” Lula said. “It’s a nice sunny day out. Perfect for riding around. Maybe we should put the top down on the Jeep.”
FOR THE MOST part, the holding company owned commercial real estate that was leased out to a variety of businesses. A supermarket, a dry cleaner, a pet store, a hair salon, a natural foods store, and a couple empty lots.
“This is interesting,” Lula said. “Here’s this Sunflower guy who’s real bad, making his money off prostitution and gambling and drugs, and then he’s got this whole other side that’s got legitimate, boring businesses. Don’t you find that interesting? I mean, the man owns a natural foods store.”
“He doesn’t actually own the store. He owns the physical space.”
“Same difference. And a pet store filled with puppies and shit. I mean, can you see Bobby Sunflower selling puppies?”
“He doesn’t personally sell puppies.”
“But suppose he did. Wouldn’t that be weird?”
I’D DRIVEN PAST all the properties on Chet’s list and I was now parked on Liberty Street. Nothing on the list had the potential for holding Vinnie captive.
“I don’t know where to go from here,” I said to Lula. “I have two days to find Vinnie, and I’m out of ideas.”
“I got ideas,” Lula said. “They’re about lunch. I’m thinking nachos.”
“Good idea,” I told her. “I know just the place.”
I drove down Liberty to Broad and followed Broad across town to Marble Street. I pulled into the 7-Eleven lot and parked. Mickey Gritch was on the other side of the lot, conducting business as usual.
I gave Lula a twenty. “Get me nachos and a drink. I’m going to talk to Mickey.”
“You sure you don’t want me behind you doin’ backup?”
“No. I can manage on my own.”
I waited for a guy in a rumpled suit to walk away from Gritch. When the guy got in his car, I moved in.
“Hey,” I said to Gritch. “Long time no see.”
“Not long enough,” Gritch said. “Get away from me. You’re like poison.”
“How so?”
“I don’t know. By association.”
“Talk to me,” I said.
Gritch rolled his engine over. “I’m leaving.”
“You can talk to me here, or you can talk to me at your house,” I said. “I know where you live.”
I’d had good luck with Ernie Wilkes with that threat. I figured I’d roll it out and try it again.
“You wouldn’t do that,” Gritch said.
“Yep,” I said. “I would.”
“That’s not fair. A man’s home is his castle.”
“Where’s Vinnie?”
“I don’t know. I swear. I guess he was at Sunflower’s house in Pennsylvania, but it got firebombed, and they moved him. I’m serious now. Walk away. Let Sunflower do whatever he has to do to Vinnie. He’s dealing with crazy people. I don’t even know who they are, but they scare the crap out of me.”
“I need a name.”
“I don’t have a name. I’m not a big player in the organization. I heard Blutto tossed around, but I don’t know what it means. I don’t know if it’s a first name or a last name or a nickname.”
“Thanks,” I said.
“You’re not going to visit me, are you?”
“No.”
“Nothing personal, but that’s a relief.”
I left Gritch to his lunch trade and went back to the Jeep. Lula swung in minutes later with two boxes of nachos and two giant-size sodas.
“What about the one diet?” I asked her. “Aren’t you only allowed to have one chip?”
“That diet isn’t real specific about meaning one chip or one box of nachos. I’m thinking of quitting that diet anyway. It don’t work. I think I’m going to have to look for a new diet.”
I finished the nachos, and I was torn between going after Chopper and continuing to look for Vinnie. If I caught Chopper, I might be able to get my car fixed. I loved the Jeep, but it wasn’t mine. Eventually, it would have to be returned to Ranger. Especially if I got back together with Morelli. Using one man’s car and sleeping in another man’s bed didn’t work. At least not when the men were Ranger and Morelli. Of course, if I slept with Ranger, I might be able to keep the Jeep indefinitely.
“What the heck are you thinking?” Lula asked me. “You’re mumbling and rolling your eyes and sighing.”
“I was thinking I need to find Vinnie. He only has two days left.”
“Do you think Sunflower would really kill Vinnie?”
“Yes,” I said. “I think he’d kill Vinnie.”
“I do, too,” Lula said. “Sunflower’s a bad man.”
I finished my soda, collected the trash, and ran it over to the trash can by the door. I ran back and cranked the Jeep over.
“Where we going?” Lula wanted to know. “We’ve already been all over the place.”
“I have a hunch. They had to hustle Vinnie out of the burning house and stash him someplace else. It would have to be someplace easy on short notice. Someplace like an apartment building.”
“The rat house.”
“Exactly.”
In fifteen minutes, we were in front of the apartment building on Stark. The area around the apartment was quiet at this time of the day, but a scrawny guy, who I assumed had a big gun, was slouched on a folding chair by the door.
“That’s like a advertisement Vinnie’s in there,” Lula said.
“Maybe.”
I drove around the corner and turned into the alley. We counted off units, and I idled behind the apartment building. It had six parking spaces marked off in its small lot. The rest of the lot was given over to a Dumpster. The black SUV was parked in one of the spaces. The building had a back door at ground level. One window with bars at ground level. No bars on the windows on the second, third, and fourth floors. A rusted fire escape clung precariously to the back of the building.
“Try the back door,” I said to Lula.
Lula dropped out of the Jeep, crossed the lot, and tried the door. Locked. She got back into the Jeep.
“Now what?” Lula said. “I think he’s in there, but I don’t know if the stink bomb’s gonna work. This place already smells like a stink bomb. Plus, they got a ticket taker on the front door.”
“One of us needs to go in and look around.”
“You?”
“No,” I said. “You.”
“Why me? I’m only the assistant bounty hunter, and I’m not even sure I want to rescue Vinnie.”
“You can get by the guy at the door. Tell him you’re making a delivery to the nasty fat guy on the third
