It was almost four thirty Monday afternoon. I was driving a fleet car, Cruz was riding shotgun beside me, and I was talking to Mo-bot, who was back at the office.
I put Mo on speakerphone so Emilio could hear this too.
She said, “ ‘Morbid’ is texting the unknown target, ‘Lady D,’ with a name he hijacked off her phone. It’s a friend of hers.”
“Gotcha.”
“So Morbid just texted: ‘I got something big to tell you. Can you meet me at Slommo’s.’ ”
“What’s Slommo’s?” I asked Mo.
Cruz said, “I know it. Newsstand on Vermont.”
Mo jumped back in. “Lady D texted again. ‘I can’t girlfren. I’m cookin tonite. Goin shoppin.’ Morbid writes back: ‘This is major. I need to meet you at the store.’ ”
“What store?” I asked.
“Jack, you know everything I know. Uh-oh. The target says ‘OK. C u
in 15.’ She disconnected the call.”
“Got a location, Mo? On either party?”
“Morbid is on Montrose, closing in on Glendale. That’s as close as I can make it. Wait, Morbid’s signal is moving. Heading north.
“Jack, he stopped on Glendale. He’s either at a light or, no, his speed tells me he’s now on foot.”
Cruz was cracking his knuckles obsessively. He said, “There’s a Ralph’s Supermarket on Glendale. What are we looking for?”
“Justine said he’s white, skinny. Early twenties.”
“We’re on our way,” I told Mo-bot. I felt like I was back in combat, like I had a second chance for everything to turn out right.
Chapter 109
EAMON FITZHUGH, aka Morbid, spotted Graciella Gomez standing outside Ralph’s Supermarket.
The pretty girl was wearing denim short-shorts and one of those baby-doll tops, a pink one. He came across the parking lot toward her, his hands thrust into the pockets of his jeans, his head down, hair covering his eyes, which were definitely lusting for this little doll face.
“Lady D” didn’t look up. Why would she? She was waiting for her girlfriend Lulu Fernandez to meet her and tell her some major news.
Morbid watched Graciella looking at her wristwatch, and then he walked right up to her, called her by her nickname. This is where he had to be a good actor, which he was. That was why he was on point.
“Gracie?”
“Yes?”
A little shy. “I’m Lulu’s friend. I’m Fitz.”
“Yeah? I never heard her saying she knows any Fritz.”
“It’s been our secret so far. Forget about that. Lulu sent me to meet you because she has to go to the hospital. She’s in trouble.”
“What? That’s not right. What happened to her?”
“Look. Okay, she’s pregnant with my kid. She told me to tell you she’s spotting and she could lose the baby.” Fitzhugh teared up. “It’s your decision. She really needs you, though.”
“You know what? You’re bullshitting me, man. She woulda told me she was hooking up with a white boy, ’specially one as old as you.”