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“Did you look at the video?”
“Yeah. Nada. Nothing. Zip. Zero. And I’ve personally gone over every inch of that floor. I’ve looked in every closet, under every bed, in all the bathrooms.”
“He didn’t go home?”
“No. The police looked. His wife says she hasn’t seen him. Not that she cares. They were in the middle of a divorce.”
“And you want me to come to the hospital why?”
“To keep me from blowin’ my brains out.”
“It’s not the end of the world, Randy.”
“Easy for you to say. Just get over here. I could use some help. I had cops crawling all over the hospital. And now I’ve got a pack of reporters camped out in the lobby.”
Seemed like a lot of fuss for someone who was only missing for a few hours. “Who did you lose?”
“Elwood Pitch.”
Oh boy. Elwood Pitch was a state legislator who’s been arrested for human trafficking. He was caught driving a U-Haul crammed with girls ages nine to fourteen. The girls had been smuggled in from Mexico via Port Newark and were told they’d be working as prostitutes. Pitch claimed he thought the truck was full of bananas. What he expected to do with the bananas was never made clear. Like Cubbin, Pitch was awaiting trial.
“Did Pitch get his appendix removed?” I asked Briggs.
“He didn’t get anything removed. He was admitted with stomach pains and kept overnight for observation.”
This was too weird. Two guys out on bail disappear in exactly the same way. Hard to pass it off as a bizarre coincidence.
“I’m on my way,” I told him.
“Where we going?” Lula wanted to know.
“Central Hospital. Elwood Pitch checked in with stomach pains last night. They kept him for observation and he mysteriously disappeared.”
“Get the heck out,” Lula said. “What is this, Lose a Slime-bag Month at that hospital?”
“Briggs wants me to hold his hand,” I said to Lula. “He’s having a meltdown.”
“That don’t sound like a lot of fun to me,” Lula said. “If it’s all the same to you, I’m gonna stay here with the box of donuts. I might even do some filing.”
“Did Vinnie bond out Pitch?” I asked Connie.
“Yes. And it was a really high bond.”
I parked in the hospital lot a half hour later, and I remembered that Tiki was in the backseat. Chances were slim that Logan would find me here, but I thought better safe than sorry, so I locked Tiki in the trunk. I reached the hospital entrance and felt terrible. I’d been locked in a trunk once and it wasn’t good. And now I’d put Tiki in the trunk.
He’s a piece of wood, I told myself. He doesn’t have feelings. Except he felt real. Damn. I returned to the car and got Tiki and brought him into the hospital with me.
“It’s about time,” Briggs said when he saw me. “What have you got under your arm?”
“Tiki. I didn’t want to leave him in the car.”
“Why?”
“It’s hard to explain.”
“I bet.”
We were in Briggs’s office when Morelli strolled in. He was wearing a blue collared shirt, jeans, and running shoes. Other plainclothes cops wore dress slacks and dress shoes and sometimes a suit. When Morelli dressed like that he looked like a casino pit boss, so he had special permission to go casual. He pulled a chair out and slouched into it.
