“I think you're wrong,” Morelli said.
The guy kept digging. “And why would I give a rat's ass what you think?”
“Because I own this house, and if you don't stop digging, I'm going to have you arrested for destruction of personal property.”
“Look at me-I'm so scared,” the guy said. “Call the cops. Call the cops on me.”
Morelli badged him. “I am the cops.”
The guy looked at Morelli's badge. “Oh. Sorry.”
Everyone dispersed after that, and Morelli, Zook, Mooner, Gary, and I trooped into the house. Morelli walked straight through and swore when he looked out his back window. His backyard was filled with people digging, and his garage door was open.
“This is unbelievable,” Morelli said.
“Dude,” Mooner said. “You should sell tickets. Like, it would be a hundred dollars to dig for a half hour. We could be, like, rich, dude.”
Morelli walked out his back door, unholstered his gun, fired a shot into the ground, and the diggers scattered like roaches when the light goes on. He crossed the yard to his garage and returned with a roll of yellow crime scene tape.
“Do you think that's going to help?” I asked him.
“Its worth a try.”
Ten minutes later, Morelli's entire property was behind the yellow tape. Zook, Mooner, and Gary were in the living room making deals with the wood elves, and Morelli and I were sitting out on the back stoop, watching Bob sniff around the holes in his yard.
“I'm going to have to jackhammer my basement,” Morelli said. “This isn't going to stop until we find the money.”
“If we found the money, Loretta might even turn up.”
“I wouldn't count on it. I think Dom did the time and figured he didn't owe his partners anything. Problem was, for whatever reason, Dom couldn't put his hands on the money right away.”
“Maybe because it was buried in Rose's basement and you came along and inherited the house and poured concrete down there.”
“Yeah. And it keeps getting worse. Dom's nephew is living in this house, so he can't just blow it up, and thanks to the early news, half of Trenton is on a nine-million-dollar scavenger hunt.”
“And Loretta?”
“I'm guessing Loretta is being held hostage by one or both of the partners until Dom forks over the money. I'd feel a lot better if we could get to her before the money is found. There's no guarantee she won't be disposed of the instant she's no longer useful.”
“We need to get Dom,” I said. “He can take us to the other two partners.”
“Any ideas?”
“I'm sure he's worried about his nephew. He hates the thought that Zook is with you. Plus, he wants him away from this house. And maybe he's thinking there's a possibility that whoever has Loretta will decide to hedge hi
s bets and snatch Zook, too. So I think Dom isn't far away. I think he's keeping his eye on the house and on Zook. He's only been out of jail for a week, and he doesn't have a job. We know he hasn't got a lot of money.”
“He has a gun,” Morelli said.
“True. And a car.”
“The car he was driving belongs to his mother. We found it abandoned.”
“Where's he sleeping? Is he sneaking back into his mother's house?”
“No. We've been doing random checks,” Morelli said.
“It's warm enough to sleep outdoors. Just another street person if he migrated downtown.”