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“You missed Gabriela,” Lula said when I sat down. “She was wearing a black Akris two-piece with Mikimoto pearls on her ears. She gave Benny her condolences and kissed him on his cheek.”
“How’d the kiss go over?” I asked.
“Not ne
arly as well as your cookies.”
I turned toward the back of the room and caught a glimpse of Morelli looking cozy with Gabriela. They were standing too close together for my comfort. Not touching. Not exchanging spit. Just too close. She was too pretty. Too slick. Too at ease.
“My life is such a mess,” I said to Lula.
“Maybe,” she said, “but your hair looks good.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
I was counting down the minutes to the end of the viewing. Benny was still accepting condolences, but the end of the line was in sight. Lula left at eight thirty. Grandma and Connie and her mom were hanging with me until we all got kicked out at nine o’clock.
I had my head down, checking my text messages, and Grandma nudged me.
“It’s them!” she said. “It’s the men who shot at us. They’re standing in line behind Ruth Kuleski.”
Ruth moved up to the casket and Charlie Shine’s goons held back. Waiting their turn. Appropriately solemn. No eye contact made with me or Grandma. Ruth moved on and Ed Gruman and Chick Rizer stepped up to Benny and told him they were sorry for his loss, and Mr. Shine regrets not being able to attend but sends his sincere condolences.
“Communicate to him my appreciation of his sympathies,” Benny said.
The men moved on and Benny looked at me and mouthed fuck him.
When the last person in line passed by Benny and headed for the lobby, the four of us went forward and paid our respects to Carla. Benny leaned in when I walked past.
“Partners,” Benny said.
“Partners,” I replied.
Benny had a moral flexibility that I didn’t share, and being partners with him, even at a limited capacity, made my stomach knot. I was appalled at his chosen profession, and if I thought too hard about the details of his skills, I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight.
“That was a real successful viewing for Carla,” Grandma said as we inched our way to the door. “She had a good showing of people.”
“They ran out of Italian cookies,” Connie’s mother said. “They should buy more from the bakery and not so many of those cookies that come in a bag.”
We reached the lobby and I saw Ranger watching from across the room. He nodded at me and I nodded back. Obviously, no one snagged Shine tonight. I moved out of the building with the mass of humanity, onto the porch and down the stairs. I searched the area for Potts but didn’t see him.
“We have to walk around the block to Lena’s house,” Grandma said. “Good thing it’s a nice night for a walk.”
“We can give you a ride,” Connie said. “I’m parked across the street in Mo Bernardi’s driveway.”
A text message buzzed on my phone and I checked the screen. It was a picture of Potts with his eyes as big as saucers and a gag in his mouth. He was in a fetal position, hands cuffed behind his back. It looked to me like he was in the trunk of a car. The message attached was that we might want to trade some information and items of interest for Potts’s safe return. It was suggested that they would start chopping off minor body parts in twelve hours if I didn’t cooperate.
“Bad news?” Connie asked me.
This wasn’t anything I wanted to share with Grandma. And I for sure didn’t want it getting back to my mom.
“Not bad,” I said. “Just unexpected. Ranger would like to talk to me about something. Can you take Grandma home for me?”
“Sure,” Connie said. “No problem.”
I texted Ranger and told him to meet me in front of the funeral home. Grandma, Connie, and Connie’s mom crossed the street, and minutes later, Ranger pulled to the curb in his Porsche 911.
“Drive around the corner so you can park for a moment,” I said. “I want to show you something.”
