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“Not to police, but in the community.”
“Can I convince them to talk to the police?”
“Not until you get Alpha taken off the street for something else. There’s a lot of fear. He came out of prison crazy angry.”
“Is there something else?”
“Cockfighting.”
“Get out!”
“Word is he’s running cockfights somewhere Monday and Thursday nights. And cockfights are a felony. My source didn’t know where the fights were taking place, but I ran property tax records and Nick Alpha owns five Stark Street properties.” Connie handed me a note card with the addresses. “One is under his name and four as NAA LLC.”
The door to the bus opened, and Vinnie climbed the stairs and handed Connie a file. “Business is booming. I’m bonding out guys who are telling me they’re going FTA so the hooters girls will come get them.” He pointed his finger at me. “You’re gonna either need a boob job or a really serious push-up bra.”
I looked down at myself. I liked my boobs just the way they were. They weren’t too big, and they weren’t too small. They were a perfect handful for Morelli.
“You’re an idiot,” I said to Vinnie.
“Yeah,” Vinnie said. “But I’m your idiot boss. What are
you doing here? Don’t you have anything better to do? Why aren’t you out chasing bad guys?”
“I caught all the bad guys.”
“What about the flyers?”
“We hung them all.”
“I’ll give you five bucks if you wash my car,” Vinnie said.
I was tempted to take it. I could use the money.
“What is Queen Elizabeth!” Mooner yelled at the television.
“Christ,” Vinnie said. “Is he watching Jeopardy again? Lock him in the can with Donkey Kong. I got work to do.”
“Do you know anything about cockfights?” I asked Vinnie.
“Like what do you want to know?”
“I want to know if there are any around?”
“Is the pope Catholic?”
“Do you know where they’re held?”
“No. They’re not my thing. I like the ponies. I imagine the cockfights move around. They’re illegal. What’s your interest? Not a lot of women into cockfighting. As your cousin I would advise you not to go alone. Even if you’re armed you don’t want to go alone. I hear it’s a rough crowd.”
There was a rap on the door, and Morelli stuck his head in. “Good morning,” he said. “I need to talk to Stephanie.”
I stepped out, and we walked away from the bus.
“It looks like we found the last poker player,” Morelli said.
“Sam Grip?”
“Probably. The body wasn’t in good shape. It was stuffed into the trunk of his car, and a ballpark guess is he was killed in the same time frame as Lou Dugan and Bobby Lucarelli. The car was found early this morning. It was parked in a scrubby section of woods in the Pine Barrens, and it attracted attention because there were about forty buzzards sitting on it and another hundred circling overhead. Apparently they’d been circling for days and someone finally investigated.”
