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“Nice shorts,” Lula said.
He stared down at them as if he was seeing them for the first time.
“Some girl gave them to me.”
“She must hate you,” Lula said.
I introduced myself and told him I was looking for his dad.
“Haven’t seen him,” he said. “We aren’t close. He’s an even bigger dick than me. I mean, dude, he named me Oswald.”
“Do you know where I might find him?” I asked.
“Mexico?”
I gave him my card and told him to call me if anything turned up.
“We’re batting zero,” Lula said when we got back into the car. “You’re not gonna get a call from him ’less he needs cookies.”
“So Jimmy Poletti’s kids don’t like him. And his wife doesn’t like him. Who do you suppose likes him?”
“His mama?”
I called Connie. “Do you have an address for Jimmy Poletti’s mother?”
Two minutes later, the address appeared in a text on my phone.
“She lives in the Burg,” I told Lula. “Elmer Street.”
“This is getting boring. No one wants to talk to us. No one knows nothing. This keeps up and I’m gonna need lunch.”
I turned off Hamilton at Spring Street and two blocks later turned onto Elmer. I drove one block and pulled to the curb behind a hearse. The hearse was parked in front of the Poletti house, and the front door to the house was open.
“That don’t look good,” Lula said. “That looks like someone else who isn’t gonna talk to us. Unless it’s Jimmy. Then hooray, case closed.”
I got out and walked to the house and stepped inside. A bunch of people were milling around inside. Two guys who looked like they were from the funeral home, an old man who was dabbing at his nose with a tissue, a man in his fifties who was more stoic, and two women. I knew one of the women, Mary Klotz.
“What’s happening?” I asked Mary.
“It sounds like it was her heart,” Mary said. “She’s been sick for a long time. I live across the street, and the paramedics were always here. I’d see the lights flashing once a week.”
“The two men …”
“Her husband and a relative. I think he’s a nephew or something.”
“No sign of her son?”
“He didn’t come around much. I imagine you’re looking for him.”
“He didn’t show for his court date.” I gave her my card. “I’d appreciate a call if you see him.”
Lula was waiting for me in the car. Lula didn’t like dead people.
“Well?” Lula said.
“Poletti’s mother. Sounds like a natural death. His father is still alive, but I didn’t get to talk to him. I didn’t want to intrude.”
“Did you see her?”
