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“We’re onto something,” Lula said. “This is big. We’re like crime solvers. We should have our own television show. What do we do next?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I need to go home and have a glass of wine and stop hyperventilating.”
“Just remember who got you into the building,” Briggs said. “I want to be there when you get Cubbin. And I don’t want to be left out of the television show either. Little people are sexy now. Have you seen Game of Thrones? We’re hot.”
I left Lula and Briggs and drove out of the industrial park. I didn’t have hands-free phoning in the Buick so I waited until I was home to call Morelli.
“I’m home,” I said.
“How did it go?”
“I didn’t get arrested or shot at.”
“That’s good.”
“I don’t know what to think of The Clinic. It looks like it’s set up for business. It’s got offices, and a lab, and an emergency room, and rooms for patients, but there are no patients.”
“And no Cubbin?”
“I didn’t see him. I saw the albino.”
“The guy who stunned you?”
“Yeah.”
There was a big awkward silence in which I imagined Morelli was trying to get a grip on himself.
“And?” Morelli asked.
“And he saw me but I ran away.”
“Did he follow you?”
“I don’t think so. I checked for a tail.”
I had Tiki sitting on my dining room table, and he was telling me to go back to the Mexicana Grill for a bucket of margaritas.
“Bad Tiki,” I said.
“Are you talking to the wood chunk?” Morelli asked.
“Only a little.”
I woke up pleased with myself that I’d ignored Tiki’s margarita suggestion. I was able to snap the top snap on my jeans, and I felt right with the world. No residual nausea from the night’s adventure. I’d almost gotten caught
, but almost doesn’t count, right?
I worked my way through a bowl of cereal and a mug of coffee while I constructed a mental to-do list for the day. First up was Dottie Luchek. Then I might take a look at Franz Sunshine. And I wanted to go back to Cranberry Manor. I was forgetting something, but I couldn’t nail it down. It wasn’t Melvin Barrel. His case was closed. It wasn’t Nurse Norma. Susan Cubbin was staked out on that one, though I thought she made the wrong choice. I didn’t think her husband was doing the sex slave thing with Norma Kruger.
I rinsed my dishes, brushed my teeth, grabbed Tiki and my messenger bag, and opened my front door. There was a note tacked to it.
Fear not. I will cleanse you of the evil. You will burn and your soul will flee the body he’s contaminated.
I had a moment of scramble brain, followed by the sort of cold terror that only the criminally insane can inspire. And then I remembered the other item on the list. I needed to go to the bridal salon and get the bridesmaid dress fitted.
I ripped the note off the door and stuffed it into my bag. I returned to the kitchen, took my .45 out of the brown bear cookie jar, and spun the barrel. No bullets. I’d have to mooch some from Connie. I slipped the gun into the side pocket of my messenger bag, locked up my apartment, and took the stairs to the lobby.
I was a little freaked walking to the car. I didn’t feel good about the whole burning-and-soul-leaving-body thing, so I was looking around for incendiary devices and being careful.
