'Guess you told him,' Lula said. 'If it was me I would have given him forever. To begin with, those people all live over in Slayerland.
And if you want to think about something else, Anton hasn't got a lot to lose being that he just made Swiss cheese outta someone's head.'
'I got carried away.'
'No shit. And how are you expecting to find someone Morelli can't find? Morelli's good.'
Morelli'd issued his ultimatum before I'd finished giving him all the information. 'Morelli doesn't know about Lauralene Taylor.
And, as we all know, the girlfriend is always the ticket to the slap.'
I'm hoping he don't need Lauralene on account of I don't want to have to follow your ass into Slayerland,' Lula said.
I tucked the three new files into my bag. 'Lauralene doesn't live in Slayerland. She lives on Hancock Street.'
'Hey, that's my neighborhood,' Lula said.
Lula leaned over me and sniffed. 'Boy, that Ranger truck smell stays with you. You've been outa that truck for a whole day, and you still smell like Ranger.' She took a step back. There's something different about you. I can't put my finger on it.'
'She's fat,' Connie said.
Lula's face creased into a broad smile. 'That's it. Look at those chubby cheeks and that bootie. And you got love handles that go all the way around. You go, girl, you're on your way to being a big woman like Lula.'
I looked down at myself. They were right! I had a roll of fat hanging over the waistband of my jeans. Where'd that come from?
I was almost certain it wasn't there last night.
I ran into the bathroom and examined my face in the mirror.
Definite chubbiness. Apple cheeks. Two chins. Shit. It was the stress. Stress released a hormone that made you fat, right? I was pretty sure I read that somewhere. I checked out my jeans again.
I'd had a stomachache all morning. Now I knew why. I popped the top snap and felt some relief as more fat oozed out.
I went back to Lula and Connie. 'Its the stress,' I said. 'It's releasing hormones that are making me fat.'
'Good thing I brought doughnuts with me,' Lula said. 'Have one of the chocolate-covered cream-filled and you'll feel better. Don't want to let that stress grab hold of you.'
Connie let me out the back door and locked up after me. We'd filed the remaining folders and eaten all the doughnuts. Connie was going to a baby shower at the firehouse this afternoon. Lula had a hair appointment. I was going to spend the day being careful.
I slipped out of the alley, wearing the hooded sweatshirt with the hood up, and I did a fast scan of the side street. No gang guys in baggy pants and do-rags waiting to gun me down. Good deal.
I cruised into the Burg, and I parked one street over from my parents' house. I walked head down around the block, cut through the Krezwickis' yard, and hopped the fence into my parents' backyard.
My mother shrieked when she saw me at the back door. 'Holy mother,' she said, hand over her heart. 'I didn't recognize you at first. What are you doing with the hood up on that sweatshirt? You look like a maniac.'
'I was chilly.'
She put her hand to my forehead. 'Are you coming down with something? There's a lot of flu going around.'
`I'm fine.' I removed the sweatshirt and hung it over the back of a kitchen chair. 'Where is everybody?'
'Your father's running errands. And Valerie took the girls shopping. Why?'
'Just making conversation.'
1 thought maybe you were going to make a big announcement.'
'What would I announce?'