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“Hope I’m not interrupting something,” Morelli said, pulling a dog biscuit out of his pocket, tossing it into the living room to distract Bob.
“Nope,” I told him. “Dave stopped by to make dinner. And I’m sure we have enough for you and Bob. I made scalloped potatoes almost all by myself.” I went to the oven and opened the door. “Look!”
Morelli looked into the oven and grinned. “I love scalloped potatoes.” He wrapped an arm around me and kissed me on the temple. A big smackeroo kiss Dave couldn’t ignore. “Nice of you to help Steph with the cooking,” he said to Dave.
This was the equivalent to Bob lifting his leg on his favorite bush, marking his territory. Morelli had me firmly plastered to his side. He took my wine for a test drive, found it lacking, and got a beer from the fridge.
“How’s it going?” Morelli said to Dave. “I hear you’re working for your uncle.”
“It fills in the empty spaces,” Dave said. “What’s new in your life?”
“Murder,” Morelli
said. “Someone is giving Trenton bad statistics. If this keeps up we’ll be the new murder capital.” He took a pull on his beer. “There was a home invasion and double murder in the projects last night.”
“Robbery? Domestic violence?” I asked.
“Don’t know. I’m not the primary.”
Dave took his lamb chops out of the refrigerator and put them on the counter. “How were they killed?”
“Shot.”
“Messy,” Dave said.
THIRTY
MORELLI WAS KICKED BACK on the couch, shoes off, working the channel changer. Bob was squished onto the couch on one side of Morelli, and I was on the other. The dirty dishes were in the dishwasher. The few leftovers were in the refrigerator. Dave had declined an invitation to watch a rerun of Bowling for Dollars and had gone his way.
“This is the life,” Morelli said. “A fantastic home-cooked meal, and now relaxing in front of the television. And later, some romance.”
Oh boy. More romance. And the bladder infection was back. “What do you think of Dave?”
“He makes a mean lamb chop.”
“Besides that.”
“He has superior social skills. Probably was on the fast track professionally before he got caught up in someone’s get-rich-quick scheme.”
Bob got up, turned around twice, and squeezed himself back into the space between Morelli and the end of the couch.
The doorbell rang, and I went to answer, half afraid it was Dave returning. I peeked out the security peephole and saw that it was Regina Bugle. Obviously she’d gotten bonded out a second time.
“What?” I called through the door.
“I want to talk.”
“Can you phone it in?”
“No.”
I didn’t see a gun in her hand, so I opened the door. Regina bent down, picked up a pie, and smushed it into my face.
“Bitch,” she said. “The next thing to hit your face will be my bumper.” And she flounced off, down the hall, into the elevator.
Morelli strolled up behind me. “Yum, dessert.” He swiped some pie off me. “Lemon meringue!”
“I need to take a shower.”
