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The expression didn’t change on Ranger’s face. Possibly there was a minuscule upward twitch at the corner of his mouth indicating amusement.
“And you didn’t want to take the return trip on the bus?”
“It was a really big bear. Do you have time to drive me back to my car?” I asked him.
“Yes, but it’ll cost you.”
I raised my eyebrows a half inch. “Are we talking about sex?”
Ranger lowered his shades and looked at me. “I don’t have to bargain for that, babe.”
“Well then?”
“I’d like you to look over the security system on a new account. I know how to design a system for maximum safety, but you’re better at recognizing elements women find uncomfortable.”
“Sure. I’d be happy to check it out.”
“I’m tied up for the rest of the day. Maybe tomorrow after four.”
• • •
Mooner’s bus was parked in its usual spot on Hamilton Avenue. A squad car, the medical examiner’s truck, Morelli’s SUV, plus the CSI van minus its bumper were all parked in front of the bus.
Ranger pulled the Porsche in behind the bus and left it at idle. “This lot is getting more traffic than the landfill.”
“Do you have any theories on Lou Dugan?”
“He was an interesting guy. Active in community affairs, had his finger in a number of unsavory businesses, had a wife who turned herself into a zombie, and his son is in his final year of residency at Johns Hopkins.”
“You did some investigating.”
“There isn’t a building here, but I still provide security services. I wasn’t able to turn up anything to indicate a connection between Dugan and anyone associated with the bonds office. That isn’t to say there’s no connection between the killer and the bonds office.”
I looked at the bus, which was rocking back and forth. Probably the bear was dancing. “Do you want to see the dancing bear?” I asked Ranger.
“Tempting, but I’ll pass.”
I got out of the car, waved Ranger away, crossed over the crime scene tape, and joined Morelli. He was standing a few feet from a small red flag stuck into the ground. The M.E., the CSI guys, and Morelli were watching two men move dirt with picks and shovels. Peeking out of the pit was a patch of what might be gray suit material smudged with dirt and stuff I didn’t want to think about.
“This doesn’t look good,” I said to Morelli.
“There’s another body down there. Obviously buried after the fire because the building would have been over the grave site.”
“Any idea who it is?”
“Terry told me that Bobby Lucarelli, Dugan’s lawyer, disappeared at about the same time as Dugan. He’d be on my short list.”
I made an effort not to use my crazy jealous voice. “Terry?”
“Terry Gilman. Lou Dugan was her uncle, and she worked for him a couple years ago. Mostly doing bookkeeping.”
“I bet.”
“Yeah, it’s hard to tell what Terry works at. Not that I care right now. She’s cooperating with the investigation.”
“I bet.”
Morelli grinned down at me. “Are you jealous?”
