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“I already have a boyfriend, and I don’t want another one.”
“Morelli? You’ve been fooling around with him since you were in kindergarten, and your mother says it’s not going anywhere. We think you need someone new.”
“Maybe, but it’s not you.”
He dumped the chopped stuff into the hot oil and stirred it around. “Why isn’t it me? I’m very likable. I’m attractive. I’m really good in bed. You wouldn’t know because you’ve never given me a chance, but I know what I’m doing.”
What is it with men? They all think they’re great in bed and women want to see them naked. It’s like some genetic chromosome thing.
“You’re a nice guy. And you’re right … you’re likable and attractive. You should look around. I’m sure you won’t have any problem finding a girlfriend.”
He cracked a bunch of eggs into a bowl and whipped them up. “I was voted Mr. Popularity in high school.”
“I remember.”
How the heck was I going to get him out of my apartment? It seemed excessively mean to break his nose a second time.
“And I was captain of the football team.”
“Yeah.” Stun gun, I thought. I could stun gun him.
He stirred the sizzling ham and onion around, poured the egg in, and grated some cheddar cheese. The whole kitchen smelled fabulous. I sipped my coffee and thought it wouldn’t hurt to eat first and then stun gun him.
He took two plates from the cupboard and put a croissant on each plate. He fussed with his omelet, added the cheese, and folded the omelet over. “If I’d had more time I could have made bacon or breakfast sausages,” he said, taking the pan off the stove, dividing the omelet in half. “This is healthier anyway. I don’t want a fat girlfriend.”
“I’m not your girlfriend.”
“Not yet.”
I was definitely going to stun gun him. And I was going to enjoy it. He slid half the omelet onto my plate, and we took our breakfast to the dining room table. I gobbled everything down and drained my coffee cup.
“Delicious,” I said.
“If you let me stay overnight I could make waffles in the morning. I have a killer waffle recipe.”
“Excuse me,” I said. “I’ll be right back.”
I found my stun gun, walked behind Dave, and gave him a double dose of volts. He slumped off the chair, and I grabbed him before he fell on his face. I didn’t care a lot if he broke his nose again, but I didn’t want more blood on the carpet. I dragged him out to the hall, grabbed my bag and sweatshirt, locked my apartment door, and took the stairs to the lobby.
I searched the parking lot for a black Lexus. None in sight, so I ran to the Shelby and took off. I called Dillon and asked him to check for a body laid out in front of my door.
“He should be okay in a few minutes,” I said to Dillon. “He had a dizzy spell. Maybe you can help him get to his car. Just make sure he doesn’t talk you into letting him into my apartment.”
“Okeydokey,” Dillon said. “No problemo.”
I hung up with Dillon and called Morelli.
“I have some information on Nick Alpha,” I said to Morelli. “He’s living in an apartment over his dry-cleaning business on Stark, and he has a safe in his second bedroom, and I’m pretty sure the safe is filled with bags of money. I don’t think it came from dry cleaning.”
“I’ll pass the information on,” Morelli said. “Don’t ever tell me how you found this out.”
I drove down Hamilton to the bonds office lot. Mooner’s bus and Connie’s car were parked curbside. No Vinnie. No Lula. I parked behind Connie, and let myself into the bus. The walls and the ceiling were upholstered in cream microfiber. The floor was tan Berber carpet. Countertops were pale green faux marble Formica. No more Death Star. Mooner was watching television with his sunglasses on. Connie was working at her computer.
“This is great,” I said, sitting in a club chair. “Uncle Jimmy did a good job.”
“What is butter!” Mooner yelled at the television.
Connie looked at me. “The bus is better, but it isn’t perfect. It’s still got Mooner.”
