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My mother was hands on hips. “He’s a nice young man. Why don’t you like him?”
“I don’t need a reason,” my father said. “I just don’t like him. And I don’t like this shirt, either. I hate this shirt.”
I hung my bag on my shoulder and left my parents’ house.
THIRTY-EIGHT
I DROVE THE SHORT DISTANCE to Morelli’s house, parked behind his green SUV, and used my key to open his door.
Morelli was on the couch, watching a Two and a Half Men rerun. He looked me up and down and smiled. “Is it Christmas morning?”
“Not nearly,” I said. “I have raging heartburn. I stopped for whatever it is you’re currently using.”
He pointed to a large bottle of Tums on the coffee table. “My reflux was doing great until someone started gifting you murder victims.”
I reached for the Tums. “You want to have more reason for reflux? I just had dinner with Dave.”
“Again? In that dress?”
“The dress is a whole long, complicated story that has nothing to do with Dave. Except that he told me it was a killer dress.”
“It is,” Morelli said. “It’s a killer dress.”
“He said it like it had special meaning. And he winked at me.”
“Any man in his right mind would wink at you in this dress.”
“He said think about it.”
“I have the feeling I’m missing an important ingredient in this conversation.”
I told him how I watched the video and thought I recognized the killer. And how tonight I had the revelation that it was Dave when I saw him run around the car. And then Dave pretended to choke me at the dinner table.
“Interesting and creepy, but not exactly damning evidence,” Morelli said. “And we need to take into consideration that the man is willing to teach you to cook.”
“You’re not taking this seriously.”
“I’m taking it very seriously. I’ve gone through half a jug of Tums since Gordon Kulicki turned up dead. It’s just that Dave seems an unlikely killer. What’s his motive?”
“Finding out his motive is on your side of the division of labor. I already did my part. I recognized him in the video.”
Morelli nodded. “Recognizing him in the video is good. What was it you saw? A tattoo? A scar? Did you recognize his shoes?”
“It was just a feeling. It was the way he moved.”
“This is like going out in the field with a clairvoyant.”
“Does that ever work?”
“Sometimes,” Morelli said. “How comfortable do you feel with this? On a scale of one to ten with ten being a positive identification … how would you rate this?”
“If I was rating gut instinct it would be a nine. When I temper that with rational thought it goes way down. Maybe to a five or six.”
“Five or six is still pretty strong.”
“I would much rather Nick Alpha turned out to be the killer.”
“I’m not going to discount Alpha, but it wouldn’t hurt to dig around in Dave’s life.”
