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“I don’t know exactly. I didn’t have time to Google it, but I’m told it’s the stuff some speculate killed Yasser Arafat. Supposedly it’s not a nice death.”
“That’s creepy.”
“Yeah. Probably you’re going to be too creeped out to sleep tonight and you’re going to need a big strong guy like me to keep you safe.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Did you make all this up just so I’d sleep with you?”
“No. I’m not that clever, but I am getting desperate, so let me know if it’s working.”
“I have Briggs to protect me.”
“I hear some sarcasm there, but I know Briggs, and he’s a mean little bastard. I wouldn’t underestimate him in a bar fight.”
Our food arrived, and we dug in.
“This doesn’t add up for me,” I finally said. “I was under the impression that Ranger and Gardi hadn’t met prior to Gardi’s arrest. Why was Gardi trying to take down Rangeman?”
“I imagine Gardi was working for someone. When it all went down, someone at Rangeman hit the big red button and the call simultaneously brought in the feds, the hazmat team, and Trenton first responders. The feds immediately took over and put a lid on any information coming from Gardi. I’m surprised you don’t know more from Ranger.”
“I spoke to him briefly, but he couldn’t talk.”
“I’m sure he’s scrambling, trying to keep his business running without his control room.”
And knowing Ranger, he was on the hunt for whoever’d sent Gardi.
“How long do you think he’ll be out of the building?” I asked Morelli.
“No one’s saying. This is the tightest security I’ve ever seen. Everyone’s walking around with their ass clenched.”
Welcome to my world. My sphincter isn’t exactly relaxed. Ranger has lots of enemies, and he sits with his back to the wall, so I’ve become used to a certain element of danger that always surrounds him. This was a whole other deal. This was stone cold scary.
“What are you doing this afternoon?” I asked.
“Paperwork. And I want to walk around Buster’s backyard. We still haven’t found the murder weapon.”
“I have my theory.”
Morelli finished his Coke and sat back in his chair. “I bet we both have the same theory.”
“I’m thinking Poletti isn’t the killer.”
“Yeah, it’s worth throwing into the mix. He could have let himself into the apartment for whatever reason, found another dead poker player, left in a panic, and ran into you on the way out.”
“Buster was in Atlantic City, so who else has a key?”
Morelli signaled for the check. “Turns out lots of people had keys, including Scootch.”
“Did you talk to Miriam Pepper?” I asked Morelli.
“I did. She was completely hammered at one in the afternoon. And I got a better offer from her than I did from Poletti’s wife.”
“Let me guess. She offered you a Manhattan.”
Morelli pushed back from the table. “I was inches from taking it.”
EIGHT
I LEFT MORELLI, drove back to my parents’ house, and retrieved Briggs.
