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“Does the guy in the video remind you of Ronald Buzick?” I asked Morelli.
There was total silence, and I imagined Morelli as looking incredulous in a horrified kind of way.
“He’s a butcher,” I told Morelli. “He’s strong. He could choke someone. And he’s used to being around dead meat.”
“The killer moved like a younger guy. Maybe an athlete. Ronald moves like an overweight guy with hemorrhoids. And Ronald’s got his arm in a cast. He fell off a hydraulic lift and broke his arm in two places.”
“Bummer. One other thing. I could have sworn I saw Jimmy Alpha just now.”
“Alpha is dead.”
“I know, but this man looked like him. And he made a sign that he saw me. Honest to goodness, I don’t think he liked me. He looked angry.”
“If someone else said that to me after the morning you’ve just had, I’d pass it off as hysteria, but you’re not prone to hysteria. Except maybe when you see a spider.”
“Do we have plans for tonight?”
“I’m meeting with Terry tonight. I want her to look at the video, and she’s not available until six o’clock.”
I disconnected and blew out a sigh. Terry. Probably nothing. Business.
“Well?” Lula asked.
“It’s not Ronald Buzick.”
“Too bad. I was listening, and I thought you had sound reasoning. I especially was impressed with the part about the dead meat.”
I took Stark to Olden and cut across town to Hamilton. “I’m going back to my apartment to check in with Connie,” I said to Lula. “She sent me a text message that we got a new FTA.”
TWENTY-FOUR
CONNIE WAS WORKING at my dining room table and Dave Brewer was cooking in my kitchen.
“How? What?” I said to Connie, pointing at Dave.
“He called to see if you were home, and we got to talking, and one thing led to another, and we decided to surprise you with dinner.”
“Guess Connie didn’t get the stalker memo,” Lula whispered to me.
“I’m running late,” Dave said. “I had an estimate in Ewing Township that took longer than planned. I have corn muffins baking in the oven, and I’m almost ready to put my stew together.”
“Well hell-O,” Lula said. “I smell bacon.”
“It’s my special recipe,” Brewer said. “I put jalapeños, bacon, and a smidgeon of cheddar in my corn muffins.”
Lula sniffed in the direction of the oven. “Yum. That’s three of my favorite food groups.”
Dave was wearing jeans and a khaki T-shirt. He had a red chef’s apron tied at the waist, and he was artfully dusted with flour. He didn’t measure up to Ranger or Morelli, but he was a decent-looking guy. Fortunately, I was wearing the granny panties. It would be bad if Bella’s spell encouraged me to get it on with Dave Brewer.
“I’m making enough for everyone,” Dave said. “It’ll be ready at six, but I can’t stay to eat. I have to get to another estimate tonight.” He glanced over to me. “But I’ll try to get back for late dessert.”
There was going to be no late dessert. The door would be locked and bolted. Still, I had to admit whatever he was cooking smelled pretty darn good. I watched him take chopped onion, red peppers, and mushrooms to a skillet heating on the stove. “What are you making?”
“Tex-Mex Turkey Fiesta. Plus there’s a salad in the refrigerator. This is a celebration for me. I signed a lease to rent an apartment today. This time next week I’ll have my own kitchen.”
Lula looked over his shoulder. “You know how to cook onions and everything.”
He stirred the onions in the hot oil. “It’s my hobby. It keeps me calm. When I get too crazy I cook something.”
