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“Hell, yeah.”
I parked in the Cluck-in-a-Bucket lot, unlocked LeRoy’s cuffs, and distributed the food. By the time I reached the police station on the other side of town, Lula and LeRoy were working on their pie.
“I’ll call you when I get out of jail,” LeRoy said to Lula. “I don’t think I want to pass out on my cake anymore, but we could go bowling or something.”
“I’m up for that,” Lula said. “I’m all about throwing big balls around.”
I walked LeRoy into the station and turned him over to the cop at the desk.
“Sorry it’s too late to bond you out today,” I said to LeRoy, “but Connie will do it as soon as you see the judge tomorrow.”
“Thanks for the chicken,” he said. “I’m not so depressed anymore. And I like your friend Lula.”
I got my body receipt and hustled across the street to Big Blue. I crawled along in rush-hour traffic, finally reached the office, and dropped Lula off at her car. I looked at my watch for the tenth time in fifteen minutes. I was late for Morelli. I circled a couple blocks, found a space, and attempted to parallel park the Buick. Impossible. I finally parked in the hospital garage and power-walked to the restaurant. Morelli was already seated.
“Sorry I’m late,” I said to Morelli. “One of those days.”
“Cupcake, all your days are ‘one of those days.’” He stood and gave me a hello sort of kiss. “That’s why I love you.”
“You love me?”
“Yeah. You didn’t know that?”
“It’s nice to hear. I love you too.”
Morelli grinned. “How much do you love me?”
“A medium amount.”
“Really? Medium? Not a lot?”
“‘A lot’ might indicate impending marriage plans.”
“We haven’t got any of those.”
“No.”
He looked me over. “Weren’t you wearing those clothes yesterday?”
I glanced down at myself. “I didn’t get a chance to change. I was worried about zombies in the morning, and then things got congested in the afternoon.”
“We could skip dinner and go straight to a shower and clean clothes. Or even better . . . no clothes.”
“Tempting, but no. I’m starving.”
“I ordered a pitcher of beer,” Morelli said. “Hope that’s okay.”
“It’s perfect. I need it now.”
Morelli whistled through his teeth, and everyone jumped in the restaurant. He raised his hand and mouthed “Beer” to the waitress.
“Gee, that’s smooth,” I said to Morelli.
“I’m a Jersey Italian, and my girl needs a drink.”
Both of these things were true.
The waitress brought our pitcher, we ordered off the menu, and I chugged my first glass.
