already naked.”
Good lord, what the heck was I doing? I was deliberately picking a fight with Morelli. The granny pants hadn’t worked and now I was resorting to a breakup fight.
“Hold it,” I said. “Don’t move.”
I went to my closet, wrapped myself in a robe and returned to Morelli.
“Here’s the thing,” I said. “I’m confused. I’m getting relationship pressure from my mother. I’ve possibly got a curse put on me by your grandmother. And I might have a bladder infection.”
“I can deal,” Morelli said. “Go to the doctor. Drink cranberry juice. And do whatever you have to do to unconfuse yourself. I’ll check in with you tomorrow.”
I was relieved that he was so understanding, but disappointed that he didn’t put up more of a fight to stay.
• • •
I opened my eyes and squinted at the clock. It was almost nine in the morning. The day had started without me. I dragged myself out of bed and stood in the shower until the water ran cold. I got dressed and spent some quality time with Rex while I ate a bowl of cereal, and he ran on his wheel. I brushed my teeth, pulled my hair back into a ponytail, and grabbed my bag. I opened the door to leave and almost ran over Grandma Bella, who was in the hall, in front of my door. She put her finger to her eye and cackled.
I jumped back, slammed the door shut, and locked it. I hauled my phone out of my bag and called Morelli.
“Your Grandma Bella is here,” I told him. “She’s out in the hall.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure. Scary old Italian lady dressed in black, right?”
“She doesn’t drive. How would she get there?”
“Maybe she took a cab. Hell, maybe she flew on a broom.”
“Why?”
“She’s stalking me!
“Okay, let me talk to her.”
I opened the door and Bella was gone. No sign of her anywhere.
“She’s gone,” I said to Morelli.
“Thank God for small favors. Are you wearing another pair of those giant underpants?”
“No. I’m wearing a red lace thong.”
“Are you sure that’s the best thing for a bladder infection?”
“I feel okay this morning. I think the infection went away.”
“One less thing to worry about,” Morelli said.
“How’s Bob?”
“He’s fine. He gakked the pants up at 2 a.m. Do you want them back?”
• • •
I hurried out to my car, drove to the bonds office empty lot, and parked behind Mooner’s bus. Connie, Lula, and Vinnie were already there, parked farther up the street. There were no crime scene vans, no cop cars, no coroner’s meat wagon, no satellite television trucks. Woohoo, a day without a murder. I was hugely relieved.
The door to the bus was open, shades were up, and light poured out. I stuck my head in and looked around. “What’s going on?”
“I’m taking charge,” Connie said. “The womb decor isn’t working. I’ve got Uncle Jimmy and two cousins coming today. We’re going to rip out everything black and replace it with something that doesn’t make me want to kill myself.”
Mooner was texting on his phone.
“Hey,” I said to him.
“Peace,” Mooner said.
Vinnie was in a chair, hunched over his computer. “This business is crappin’ out. Nobody’s calling. We’re not getting any bonds. It’s like we don’t exist anymore.”
“Maybe you gotta move away from this lot,” Lula said. “It’s probably leaking death cooties and ruining our usual good juju.”
“Harry wants us here. He doesn’t want to have to change our address in his iPhone. So I got an idea. I figure it’s that we have to advertise. People see the empty lot they think we closed up shop.”
“What kind of advertising you gonna do?” Lula asked.
“Signs and stuff. Last week I got in touch with a company that specializes in promoting brands. They’re making me a jingle so I can advertise on the radio. And they’re going to put a sign on the bus today.”
“A sign for the bus is a good idea,” Lula said. “That’s a step in the right direction.”
“Yeah, and I had some flyers made up. You girls can put them up all over town. Especially in the high-crime areas, like Stark Street.”
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