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I leaned into him a little. “You smell smoky,” I said.
“I smell like burnt weed. Do you want to explain this to me?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Do it anyway,” Morelli said.
“I was pretty sure that Charlie Shine’s car was parked by the Margo, so…”
Morelli went to his eyes-narrowed cop face. Never a good sign.
“If you want me to keep going, you’re going to have to get rid of the scary cop face,” I said.
“Not gonna happen,” Morelli said. “Keep going anyway.”
I went to my own eyes-narrowed, don’t-mess-with-me face. “Fine,” I said. “Whatever. Lula and I went to the Margo to check things out. We opened the basement door and heard someone singing the Hi Ho Hi Ho song.”
“What’s the Hi Ho Hi Ho song?”
“The Seven Dwarfs song.”
I sang the song for him and he cracked a smile. When Morelli smiled it was like puppies and fresh-baked, warm chocolate chip cookies. His brown eyes got soft and dark, and I wanted to snuggle into him. The snuggle was usually followed by the desire to undress him. All things considered, this wasn’t appropriate at the present time and place, so I kept my distance and told myself to get a grip.
“We went down to investigate, and it turned out it was Lou Salgusta singing,” I said. “He got carried away when he saw Lula and me and accidentally set about six bales of weed on fire. The bales were next to some crates labeled EXPLOSIVES, and that was the end of the Margo.”
“You’re lucky it wasn’t the end of you.”
“We were already on our way out when the first explosion went off. Are you assigned to investigate the fire?”
“I’m investigating a homicide that took place at the Margo last week. I wanted to make sure the two incidents were unrelated.”
“And?”
“Now that I’ve spoken to you, I don’t see a connection,” Morelli said.
“Always happy to help the police.”
“If you wanted to help the police, you’d give up this crazy treasure hunt and give the keys to Benny.”
“If the police want to help me, they’d get Salgusta off the streets. Keys, or no keys, he’s convinced Grandma has information that he needs to access the treasure.”
“And?”
“And she doesn’t have that information. It wasn’t passed on to her.”
“Any more bad news?”
“I’m all out of Frosted Flakes.”
“Tragic,” Morelli said.
“That’s just the tip of the iceberg.”
“Your intentions are good but misdirected,” he said. “You aren’t helping. You’re meddling. You’re making things more difficult for the professionals.”
“That’s absolutely not true. I’m not meddling in police affairs. I’m pursuing my own investigation, and there is still an outstan
ding bond on Shine.”
