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“It could be in his garage.”
“He doesn’t have a garage,” I said.
Lula worked at her cone. She’d gotten the giant enormous size and had whittled it down to extra large. “Maybe he sold the car.”
I was parked directly across the street from Ziggy, and my gut told me Ziggy wasn’t home. Ziggy liked to step out at night. When the sun went down Ziggy went bowling, he played bingo, he did his grocery shopping.
Lula leaned forward. “Did you see that? There’s something moving alongside Ziggy’s house. Someone’s creeping along over there.”
I squinted into the darkness. “I don’t see anything.”
“On the right side of his house. He’s coming to the front. It’s Ziggy!”
Lula wrenched the door open, hurled herself out of the car, and took off. She was running flat out in her five-inch heels, and she was still holding her ice cream cone.
I saw the man stand straight when Lula charged him. He was Ziggy’s height and build, but he was lost in shadow. He turned and ran, and Lula ran after him. I grabbed the keys and ran after Lula.
Hard to believe it was Ziggy. Ziggy was seventy-two years old. He was in decent shape for his age, but this man from the shadows was really moving. They disappeared behind a house, and I followed the sound of stampeding footsteps. I heard someone shriek and grunt, and then a thud. I rounded a corner and almost fell over Lula. She was sitting on some poor guy who was facedown in a flower bed, and she was still holding her ice cream.
The guy looked up at me and mouthed help.
“Good grief,” I said to Lula. “That’s not Ziggy. Get off the poor man.”
“It used to be Ziggy,” Lula said. “I caught a look at him in the moonlight, and I saw fangs.”
“To begin with, there’s hardly any moonlight tonight.”
“Well it was some kind of light. It glinted off his fangs.”
“Is this a mugging?” the man asked. “Are you going to rob me? I don’t have any money.”
Lula rolled off, and I helped him to his feet. “Mistaken identity,” I said. “Sorry you got tackled.”
He brushed dirt off his shirt. “I can’t believe she caught me in those heels.”
“Why did you run?”
“I was searching for my cat, and I saw this big, crazy woman barreling across the road at me. Anyone would run.”
Lula narrowed her eyes. “What do you mean big woman? You think I’m fat or something?”
Even in total darkness I could see the guy go pale.
“N-n-no,” he said, taking a couple steps back.
I marched Lula back to Ziggy’s house, and we prowled around and knocked on doors. There was nothing to indicate anyone was home, and the key was gone from its hiding place. We returned to the Escort, and we sat for a while longer doing house surveillance.
Lula finished her ice cream, texted everyone she knew, and reorganized her purse. When she was done reorganizing she plugged an ear bud into her ear and dialed into music on her smartphone.
She tapped her nails on the dash and sang along. “Rox-annnnnne.”
“Hey.”
She sang louder. “You don’t have to put on the red light.”
“HEY!”
She pulled out an earbud. “What?”
