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“What have you got?” Morelli said to Briggs.
“Nothing,” Briggs said.
“Are you working missing persons?” I said to Morelli.
“Pitch was my collar. I worked with ICE to bring him down and I don’t like that he’s disappeared. I pulled four nine-year-old girls out of that truck. They were terrified and dehydrated and one of them was unconscious. They were smuggled into the country in a cargo container and then locked in that truck for ten hours. This is personal for me.”
“Me too,” Briggs said. “I look like an idiot. Security at this hospital sucks.”
“Count me in,” I said. “Vinnie bonded Pitch.”
“Walk me through it,” Morelli said. “What do I need to know?”
“There were two nurses on duty,” Briggs said. “Norma Kruger and Julie Marconni.”
“The same nurses that were on duty when Cubbin disappeared,” I said.
Briggs nodded. “Yeah. And the times were the same too. Kruger checked on Pitch at two in the morning and he was sleeping. And then when she went in just before going off shift at seven he was gone.”
“I was on the floor,” Morelli said. “There are security cameras covering all exits.”
“I watched the video,” Briggs said. “I didn’t see Pitch leaving.”
Morelli looked like he’d had heartburn. If he had had Briggs downtown, locked in a little room, he’d have run over him like a four-ton dump truck. Sitting in Briggs’s office on the first floor of Central Hospital required more diplomacy, and diplomacy wasn’t Morelli’s strongest attribute. I suspected Morelli wanted to grab Briggs and shake him like a rag doll until Briggs remembered
seeing Pitch leave the building.
“I’d like to see the videos,” I said to Briggs. “Maybe if we all look at them together something will pop out at one of us.”
“Yeah, sure,” Briggs said. “Good idea. I can pull them up on my computer.”
Morelli shot me a look of gratitude that promised a back rub next time we were alone together, and we scooted our chairs around so we could see the screen.
Briggs brought four camera views up at once. Two cameras on the fourth floor and two cameras that covered the exits. He ran the videos at high speed. When they were done we all sat there in silence for a full minute.
“Well?” Briggs asked. “Did you see anything?”
Morelli and I shook our heads. No one had left the floor. It was a snooze fest. Dim light. Nothing happening. Nurses occasionally walking around in uniforms that looked like they were designed by Disney. Very casual and cheerful. What ever happened to the starched white look with the hats? The only time you saw those uniforms anymore was in porno films.
Morelli turned to me. “Is there anything else I should be looking at here?”
“You should talk to the two night nurses. I never interviewed Julie Marconni, and it wouldn’t hurt for you to grill Norma Kruger. I’m pretty sure Kruger is involved somehow.”
“Who works security here on the night shift?” Morelli asked Briggs.
“Mickey Zigler. He’s worked the night shift here forever. He comes on at six and goes off at six. We both do twelve-hour shifts.”
“We’ll be back at six to talk to him,” Morelli said.
I glanced over at Morelli. “We?”
“We’re in this together, Cupcake.”
I thought Morelli was sexy as heck. And I was almost positive I loved him. Whether I could live with him was still up in the air. Whether I could work with him was highly unlikely. We’d tried to work together before and it hadn’t turned out wonderful.
Morelli got Julie Marconni’s and Norma Kruger’s addresses from Briggs and stood to leave.
“Do you want to ride shotgun?” he asked me.
