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“No. No, no, no, no.”
“I can’t go. I’m in the middle of a double murder.”
“What about Anthony?”
“I’ve called everybody I know. Every relative. No one will go,” Morelli said.
“Why don’t you just let her go to Italy?”
“Yeah, that would be tempting, but I don’t think we have any relatives left in Italy, and I’d be the one who would have to go find her and bring her back.”
“Why don’t you tell the car company to turn around and drive her home?”
“They’ve already dropped her off at Newark.”
“She’s going to make a scene. She’s not going to want to come home with me.”
“Yes, but you have a legitimate reason for wrangling her out of the airport. You have a bail bond agreement and she’s a flight risk.”
So much for the perfect day. “Text me the flight information. I assume you know where she is in the airport.”
“I don’t know exactly. I think she might be flying American.”
I hung up and grabbed my messenger bag. “Come on,” I said to Lula. “We’re going to Newark airport.”
“I was only hearing half of that conversation,” Lula said, “but it didn’t sound good.”
“Bella is at the airport, and we’re going to get her and bring her home.”
“There’s nowe. I’m not doing that. She’ll put the eye on me, and my hair will all fall out. I don’t want that to happen. I like my hair.”
Her hair was currently pulled back into a massive puffball of pink frizz.
“There’s no such thing as the eye,” I told her.
“Are you sure?”
“Mostly,” I said. “Anyway, I’m going. You don’t have to go with me. I totally understand.”
“Well, I can’t let you go by yourself,” Lula said. “Especially after you left me the Boston cream. Not many people would do a thing like that.”
I took I-95 to the Jersey Turnpike and didn’t hit traffic until the exit to the airport. That was disappointing. If I’d hit traffic sooner Bella might already have boarded by the time I got to the gate.
I parked and Lula and I walked into Departures. There was a line of people in front of the American ticketing counter, and a clump of uniformed police and airline employees at the desk.
“The nightmare has begun,” I said to Lula.
“It don’t look good,” she said. “That’s a Bella cluster if I ever saw one.”
I waded into the uniforms and came in behind Bella.
“You know nothing,” Bella said to one of the cops. “If you don’t watch your step, I fix you good.”
“What’s the problem?” I asked the ticket agent.
Bella turned and narrowed her already narrow eyes at me. “Slut! What you doing here.”
“Your grandson sent me to bring you home.”
