Halfway through the bottle of wine, I flipped to the Travel Channel, and I don’t remember much after that.
• • •
I woke up to the sun streaming into my bedroom. I was naked, tucked under the covers, and alone. I vaguely remembered half-waking to Morelli telling me the chicken was all he hoped it would be.
I rolled out of bed, wrapped myself in my robe, and padded into the kitchen. No Morelli. No chicken. No dinner rolls. No apple pie. A note was stuck to the counter by Rex’s cage.
You were asleep on the couch, so I put you to bed and ate the chicken.
I dialed Morelli. “How’d I get naked?” I asked him.
“That was the way I found you. You were mumbling something about being hot, and God was just going to have to deal with it.”
Good grief. “How’d it go at the junkyard?”
“We didn’t find Joyce’s body, but we found Frank Korda, the jeweler she supposedly stole the necklace from, and we found Joyce’s other shoe.”
“Was Korda dead?”
“Yeah, and then some.”
“Do you think Joyce killed him?”
“Personally, I don’t, but as a cop I’d have to consider it.”
“Any leads?”
“The usual relatives and friends,” Morelli said. “It looks like someone tried to break into Joyce’s condo. I don’t suppose you’d know anything about that?”
“Who, me?”
“If anyone does break in, they should be careful about withholding evidence.”
“I have a feeling the condo would be clean. And let me take a wild guess that Frank Korda was found in Joyce’s Mercedes.”
“Your guess would be right. I have to run. We’re taking the dog back to the junkyard.”
“You should bring Bob. He could hang with the cadaver dog and get some exercise. Maybe Bob could help find another body.”
“If Bob found a body, he’d eat it,” Morelli said.
I disconnected, took a shower, and got dressed in my usual girly T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. I fed Rex and gave him fresh water. He rushed out of his soup-can home, stuffed a bunch of hamster crunchies into his cheeks, and hustled back to his can. Maybe he was still creeped out by the guy with the knife last night. Understandable, because that would make two of us.
I tossed my fully charged stun gun into my bag and took off. First stop was the coffee shop. Connie, Lula, and Vinnie were sitting at a table in the window. I got a coffee and a cinnamon roll and joined them.
“They found Frank Korda at the junkyard,” Connie said. “It came over the police channel.”
I nodded. “Morelli told me. How’s the office space search going?”
“I have it narrowed down,” Connie said. “There’s a vacant storefront a couple blocks from the police station. Or I can rent a Winnebago RV, which would be smaller than the bus, but we could park it in our usual location.”
“We’d get more business by the police station,” Vinnie said. “Let’s go with the storefront.”
“I’ll pick the lease up this morning, and we can move in tomorrow,” Connie said. “It’s not pretty, but it’s usable space.”
“As long as it got good facilities,” Lula said. “I might still have some potato salad left inside me.”
“How about the fire investigation?” Vinnie asked. “Do they know what started it yet?”
Connie closed her laptop and stood. “They said it was suspicious, but they’re still looking at all the little pieces they collected.”
DeAngelo and his foreman walked into the coffee shop.
“Hey, what’s doin’ here?” DeAngelo said to Vinnie. “How come you’re not at work in your office? Oh yeah, now I remember … it blew up.”
Vinnie narrowed his eyes, said something in Italian, and flipped DeAngelo the bird.
“Better be careful,” DeAngelo said. “Your house could blow up next.”
Vinnie’s lip curled back. “Are you threatening me?”
“I don’t threaten,” DeAngelo said. “I’m more a doer.”
“Don’t look to me like you do much of anything but flap your lips,” Lula said. “If you were a doer, we’d be in our new office by now.”
DeAngelo looked at Vinnie. “Who’s the fat chick?”
Everyone sucked in air.
“Excuse me?” Lula said, leaning forward, hands on hips, eyes set in her wild boar on the attack squint. “Did you just say what I think you said? Because if you said that, you better say it was a mistake. I’m a reasonable person, but I don’t stand for disrespecting and slandering. I’m a big, beautiful woman. I am not a fat chick. You don’t apologize, and I’ll squash you like a bug. I’ll step on you until you’re just a grease spot on the floor.”