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“How do we begin?”
“There’s no we. This is a police investigation.”
“I didn’t come over here to talk to a cop. I came here to talk to …”
I stopped because I didn’t know what to call Morelli. Friend sounded lame. Boyfriend was too high school. We weren’t engaged, married, or living together.
“I don’t even know what to call you,” I said, hands in the air. “What kind of a relationship is this?”
“It’s a relationship that sucks. Who had the brilliant idea we should be free to date?”
“You did.”
“I don’t think so,” Morelli said.
“I distinctly remember. You said we needed to explore other possibilities.”
Morelli reached for the Tums. He shook out two for himself and two for me.
“How’d it go in south Jersey?” I asked him.
“We found the fifth car. We also found a sixth that had been torched. It looks like there might be the remains of two bodies in the torched car.”
“More poker players?”
“No one else is missing. The guys who only played occasionally are all accounted for.”
“Maybe it’s an unrelated car.”
“Hard to believe. It was found in the same area.”
I held my hand out. “Give me two more Tums for the road. I have to go home.”
“You don’t have to go home.”
“I’m getting a headache. I need to go home and put a pillow over my face.”
“Will that help?”
“It worked this afternoon.”
He gave me the bottle of Tums. “Take the whole bottle. I’ve got more. You know where to find me when the headache goes away.”
• • •
It was dark when I reached the lot to my apartment building. I rode around looking for Regina’s car, Dave’s parents’ car, and Nick Alpha’s car. I didn’t see any of them, so I parked and crossed to the back door. I was talking to myself again, getting into the elevator.
“This is getting old,” I said. “I’m tired of looking for people who want to kill me. It’s exhausting. And what am I supposed to do with Morelli, and my missing sex drive, and my job that’s not bringing in any money?”
I popped a couple more Tums, rode to the second floor, and unlocked my door. I stepped in, closed and locked the door, and realized Dave was in my kitchen.
“Surprise,” he said.
I turned to leave, and he put himself between me and the door.
I stepped away from him and narrowed my eyes. “Get out.”
“I just got here.”
