“I go to the one on Hamilton Avenue. It's run by two real nice young men, and they serve homemade cookies.”
“I wouldn't mind some homemade cookies,” Elmer said. “I could meet you there tonight. I'm looking for a lady friend, you know. Do you put out?”
Cynthia smacked Uncle Elmer on the head. “Behave yourself.”
“I haven't got time/' Elmer said, readjusting his hair. ”I gotta know these things."
“Now what?” I asked Grandma Mazur when we'd settled ourselves in the car.
“I gotta go home, so I can get ready for tonight. That Elmer is a frisky one. He'll get snapped up fast. Myra Witkowski would snap him up in an instant if I let her.”
“Remember, I'm looking for Simon Diggery. Check out Milton's jewelry for me, and let me know if he's going in the ground with anything pricey enough to get Diggery out to the cemetery on a cold night.”
Morelli and Bob strolled in a little after six. Morelli shucked his boots and jacket in the foyer and dumped a grocery bag and a six-pack onto the kitchen counter. He grabbed me, and kissed me, and cracked open a beer from the six-pack.
“I'm starving,” he said. “I didn't have time for lunch.”
I pulled a bunch of chili dogs and a bucket of cheese fries out of the grocery bag. I put two dogs and some fries in a bowl for Bob and unwrapped a dog for myself.
“This is what I love about you,” I said to Morelli. “No vegetables.”
Morelli ate some hotdog and drank some more beer. “Is that all you love about me?”
“No, but it's high on the list.”
“The Berringer murders are going into the toilet. The security company didn't have film in any of the surveillance cameras. Everyone hated the two people who were killed. It was cold and overcast and there was no exterior lighting in the back of the building. No one saw anything. No one heard anything. Forced entry. Nothing stolen.”
“Maybe you should hire a psychic.”
“I know you're being a wiseass, but I'm about at that point.”
“What's happening with Dickie? Am I still a suspect?”
“Right now, Dickie is just a missing person who disappeared under suspicious circumstances. If his body floats in on the tide, you could be in trouble. Marty Gobel is still the primary investigator, and he wants to talk to you first thing tomorrow. I gave him your cell number.”
“Do you think I should use the orgasm defense?”
“Yeah, my reputation could use a boost.” Morelli finished off his second hotdog and ate some fries. “I'm not on the case, but I've been poking around on my own, and I don't like Dickie's partners. I'm probably going to regret saying this, but maybe you should bring Ranger in. He can do things I can't. Ranger doesn't mind bending the law to get information. Have him take a look at the partners.”
“You're worried about me.”
Morelli wiped his hands on his jeans and pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around me. “Dickie was a respected lawyer. And Joyce is making a lot of noise. This is going to go high profile, and the politicians will have to point a finger at someone. When the media gets hold of this case, unless new evidence is found, you're going to be in the spotlight.” He rested his cheek on the top of my head. “I can manage the media attention. I couldn't manage having you taken away from me.”
I tipped my head back and looked at him. He was serious. “Do you think I might be arrested and convicted?”
“I think the possibility is slim, but I'm not willing to take a chance on it. Ask Ranger for help and keep your head down. Don't do anything to bring more attention to yourself.”
I WAS dragged awake by something ringing in the dark room. Morelli swore softly, and his arm reached across me to the nightstand, where he'd left his cell phone.
“What?” Morelli said into the phone.
Someone was talking on the other end, and I could feel Morelli coming awake.
“You're fucking kidding me,” he said to the caller. “Why does this shit always happen in the middle of the night?”
I squinted at my bedside clock and grimaced. Three A.M.
Morelli was up and moving around the room, looking for his clothes. He still had the phone to his ear. “Give me an address,” he said, and a moment later he snapped his phone closed. He slipped his watch onto his wrist and pulled his jeans on. He sat on the edge of the bed and tugged on socks. He leaned over and kissed me. “I have to go, and I probably won't get back tonight. I'll take Bob with me.”