“I think you’re fibbing,” Lancer said. “We have it on good authority you were given the envelope.”
“If I find it, I’ll give it to the FBI,” I said.
I closed and locked my door, and put my eye to the peephole. Lancer and Slasher were standing, hands on hips, looking mildly pissed, not sure what to do next.
I went to the kitchen and dialed Morelli’s cell phone. “Where are you?” I asked him.
“I’m home. I just got in.”
“I need to check on two guys who claim they’re FBI. Lance Lancer and Sly Slasher.”
“I’ll be a laughingstock if I plug those names into the system. This is a joke, right?”
“Those are the names they gave. They had badges and everything.”
“How fast do you need this?”
“How fast can you get it?”
Morelli grunted and hung up.
I imagined Morelli staring down at his shoe, shaking his head, wishing he hadn’t answered his phone.
I dialed my parents’ house, and my mother answered.
“I need you to do something for me,” I said. “I need the photo and the envelope I threw away when I was in the kitchen this morning. I tossed it in the trash.”
“Your grandmother emptied the trash right after you left. Today was garbage pickup. I can look out back, but I think it’s gone.”
So it appeared I was out of the FBI evidence supply business.
Fine by me. I had better, more important things to do, like taking a nap. I kicked my shoes off and flopped onto my bed. I’d barely closed my eyes and the doorbell bonged. I heaved myself out of bed, padded to my door, and looked out the peephole. Two more men in cheap gray suits.
I cracked the door, leaving the security chain in place, and looked out. “Now what?” I said.
The guy standing closest to the door badged me. “FBI. We’d like to talk to you.”
“Names?”
“Bill Berger, and my partner, Chuck Gooley.”
Bill Berger was slim, average height, and in his early fifties. Salt-and-pepper hair cut short. Bloodshot brown eyes. Probably, his contacts were killing him. Chuck was my age. Not fat but a chunky body. An inch or two shorter than Berger. His suit pants had a lot of crotch wrinkles, and he was wearing ratty running shoes.
“And you’d like to talk to me about what?” I said.
“Can we come in?”
“No.”
Berger went hands to hips, exposing the gun clipped to his belt. Hard to tell if it was an unconscious gesture or if he was trying to intimidate me. Either way, I wasn’t opening my door any wider.
“We have reason to believe you are in possession of a photograph that’s part of a crime investigation.”
My phone rang, and I excused myself to answer it.
“You’ve been home less than twenty-four hours, and you’re already in some kind of a mess,” Morelli said. “Do you want to tell me about it?”
“Sure, but I’ve got guests right now. More FBI.”
“Are they in your apartment?”
“No. They’re in the hall.”
“That’s where you want them to stay. As far as I can tell, the first two guys aren’t with the Bureau. There are no Lance Lancers or Sly Slashers on active duty. Big surprise. So who have you got in your hall now?” Morelli asked.
“Bill Berger and Chuck Gooley.”
Silence for a beat. “Berger’s in his early fifties, black hair going gray, and Gooley looks like he’s had the same suit on for two weeks, right?”
“Yeah. Should I let them in?”
“No. Gooley eats out of Dumpsters and fucks feral cats. Let me talk to Berger.”
I passed my cell phone out to Berger. Two minutes later, Berger gave it back to me.
“Do you know where the Bureau’s located downtown?” Berger asked me.
“Yep.”
“I’ll meet you there tomorrow at ten o’clock. Bring the photo.”
“I don’t have the photo,” I told him.
“Then bring your lawyer.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “You need to practice your people skills.”
Berger pressed his lips tight together. “I hear that a lot. Mostly from my ex-wife.”
I closed my door and got back to Morelli. “I guess Berger is FBI?”
“More or less. I need to talk to you.”
“I figured. I hoped to see you tonight.”
“I might be late.”
“How late?” I asked him.
“Hard to say. Someone just took sixteen rounds to the head in the projects.”
“Sixteen bullets to the head? That seems excessive.”
“Murray saw him, and he said he looked like Swiss cheese. Murray said the guy had brains leaking out all over the place.”