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“Describe the driver,” Vinnie said.
“He was in the car, so I couldn’t see all of him, but he was Caucasian with brown hair that was kind of long. Middle-aged. I think he had sort of a thin face. And when he talked to the bear it wasn’t in English. I think it might have been Russian.”
“Boris,” Vinnie said. “That’s Boris Belmen, the idiot who owns the bear.”
Connie typed Belmen into her computer and came up with his temporary address in Trenton and his cell phone number.
Vinnie called the cell phone. “I want my bear back,” Vinnie said to Boris.
Even from where I was sitting I could hear Boris yelling at Vinnie, how Vinnie let his prize bear loose to walk around on a busy street, how now he was going to Vegas with Bruce, and Vinnie could go screw himself. And then Boris hung up and wouldn’t answer his phone again.
“Don’t look at me,” Lula said. “I’m not going to get the bear. He growled at me when all I was doing was bringing him chicken. And on top of that he has bad breath.”
I capped my coffee and stood. “Give me the address. I’ll talk to Belmen.”
“I’m not going,” Lula said. “This job gets worse and worse. Vampires and bears and big guys with boners. Okay, so maybe I didn’t mind the big guy with the boner so much.”
Connie wrote Belmen’s address on a note card and handed it to me. “If you want the whole file I have to go into the bus to print it.”
“Not necessary. This is all I need.”
“And when you’re done tracking down my bear you’re gonna need to figure out who’s dumping bodies in my lot,” Vinnie said. “Business was bad before and now it’s nonexistent. It’s like we got death cooties.”
“Morelli’s on the case,” I told him.
“Well tell him to work faster. I’m dying here. We’re going under. Another week of this and Harry’s gonna pull his money and we’ll all be up shit’s creek.”
• • •
Belmen was staying in an inexpensive motel south of town, on the way to Bordentown. I pulled into the lot and parked next to a white Camry that shouted rental car and had bear slobber on the side window. The structure was classic 1970, two-story, pink stucco and white trim. Belmen was in unit 14A. I knocked on the door, and a trim forty-something man who fit Belmen’s description answered. A few feet behind him I could see Bruce sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Where’s the pizza?” Belmen asked, giving me the once-over.
“Excuse me?”
“Aren’t you the pizza delivery lady? I ordered pizzas.”
“Sorry. I work for Vincent Plum Bail Bonds.”
“Vinnie’s a bad man,” Belmen said. He stepped to the side and made a swooping motion to the bear. “Kill!”
Bruce lunged off the bed and rushed at me, mouth open. GROWL!
I jumped back and slammed the door shut.
“Jeez Louise,” I said to Belmen through the door. “I just want to talk to you.”
“About what?”
“Do I have to yell through the door?”
“Yes.”
I blew out a sigh and counted to five. “I know you’re anxious to get to Vegas, but you need to show up for your court date. If you don’t show up you’ll be considered a felon, and it will be one more charge against you. If you show up and explain what happened you might get off light since it’s your first offense.”
“I don’t think it was my fault,” he said. “I don’t even remember. It happened so fast.”
“The bartender said you were drunk.”
