“The homeless guy?”
“Maybe not the homeless guy. I can’t explain the homeless guy. He could be in Carteret.”
“Okay, let’s go with your idea. I see where Sunshine would be involved. It’s his building. And I can see the Yeti. He’s muscle. I can even see Nurse Norma. She makes the contact. What I don’t get are the two doctors. Where do they fit?”
“They could have gotten rooked into something that never happened. Like this was supposed to be a medical facility and it was one of them things seemed like a good idea. And they probably don’t even know their good name could get besmirched.”
“Besmirched?”
“Yeah, that means you got a smirch on it.”
We’d ordered one pepperoni with extra cheese and one with everything they could find in the kitchen. The pizzas came to the table, and I started with a slice of the pepperoni.
“I got another good idea,” Lula said, going for the pizza with the works. “I always get inspired when I eat, and my new idea is we bag on Geoffrey Cubbin. I’m thinking we’d be better using our time to go look for some other scumbag.”
“Brody Logan is the only other live FTA right now.”
“What’s with that? We usually got a stack of skips.”
I took a second piece of pizza. “I’m sure some more will come in.”
“Yeah, if there’s one thing you can count on in Trenton, it’s crime.”
We had half a pizza left over, and I thought it would be a nice gesture to take it to Susan Cubbin. And while we were at it we could see if anything interesting was going on with Nurse Norma.
SIXTEEN
THE VAN WAS still parked across from Norma’s condo, and Susan was behind the wheel. She was smoking, staring straight ahead, eyes glazed.
“Hey,” I said. “How’s it going?”
“It’s not going,” she said. “My ass is asleep from sitting here.”
“We had pizza for lunch and we couldn’t finish it. You want some?”
“Sure.”
I passed the pizza box to her through the open window. “Any change in Norma’s routine? Has she had any visitors?”
“No. And no.”
“Are you here 24/7?” Lula asked. “Where do you go to the bathroom?”
“I go home when she goes to work. I figure Jerkface is sleeping then and isn’t going to be out walking around.”
“Jerkface as in Geoffrey?” I asked her.
“Yeah. Jerkface Geoffrey.” She opened the lid on the pizza box and looked inside. “What’s on this?”
“Everything,” I said.
Susan finished her cigarette, tore a chunk of pizza off for the cat, and ate the rest of the slice.
“I know he’s in there,” she said. “The shades are never raised. I can practically smell him from here.”
“That’s a long way to smell someone,” Lula said. “He must be a real stinker.”
“I’m tired of sitting here,” Susan said. “I’m going in tonight. Soon as she leaves, I’m breaking in.”
“Do you know how to do that?” Lula asked. “No offense but you’re sort of a amateur.”
“I watched a video on YouTube. It’s easy. It’s called lock bumping. I’m all set with a key from the hardware store that’s been filed down. And then all I have to do is hit it with a hammer.”
“God bless YouTube,” Lula said. “You don’t even need to go to college no more because you could learn how to do everything on YouTube.”
“She’s going to come out any minute,” Susan said. “You should go away or hide or something so you don’t spook her.”
Lula and I went back to the Mercedes and waited. After ten minutes Nurse Norma stepped out of her front door, locked it, got into her sporty car, and drove off. When she was out of sight Lula and I returned to Susan.
“Let’s do it,” Lula said to Susan. “Let’s root out Jerkface.”
Susan fished the bump key out of her purse. “Are you coming with me?”
“Hell yeah,” Lula said. “Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.”
Susan cracked a window for the cat, and we all marched across the parking area to Norma’s condo.
“I’ve never done this before,” Susan said, “but it didn’t look hard on the video.”
“I’ve done it lots of times,” Lula said. “I used to always break a window to get in, and sometimes when I’m not prepared ahead I still do that, but mostly I bump the lock now.”
Susan stuck the key into the lock, tapped it with the hammer, and turned. Nothing.