“Right.”
“Do you think Tank and me would ever get divorced?”
“I'm still struggling with you and Tank getting married.”
“Hunh,” Lula said. “Anyways, I got this list. You want to hear it?” Sure.
“I got a television, a DVD player, a cable box.” Lula cut her eyes to me. “I hate those cable fuckers.”
“Everybody hates them.”
“I got my Firebird, my Glock, a fur coat that's almost mink, a clock radio, a whip.”
“Wait a minute. You have a whip?”
“Don't everyone?”
“I don't have a whip.”
“Hunh.”
“What do you do with the whip? What does it look like? Is it one of those long black ones like Zorro uses?”
“No,” Lula said. “It's the kind a jockey uses. It's for bad boys.”
“Eeuw.”
“Okay, if you're gonna be squeamish about it, I'll skip over my collection of professional experience enhancement tools. I never used the whip anyway. It went with a Halloween outfit.”
Morelli came down the stairs in jeans and running shoes, and a sweatshirt over a T-shirt.
“What's up?” he said to Lula. “I see you're a member of the Blue Girl Group.”
“Blue isn't my best color,” Lula said.
Morelli grabbed me and kissed me and went off to do his cop thing.
“He looks like he got some last night,” Lula said. “Where's he going?”
“He thinks Dom is somewhere in the neighborhood. He's going to look around.”
“How come you're not helping him?”
“I'm blue.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot. I'm starting to get used to it.”
“And someone has to stay here with Zook. I don't want to leave him in the house alone.”
“I could baby-sit him,” Lula said. “I'm taking the morning to put my prenup in order. I could just as well do it here.”
“I'd really like to go back to my apartment and check on Rex and get some clothes.”
“Go for it,” Lula said.
I ran upstairs and knocked on Zook's door.
“Yeah?” he said. A moment later, he was at the door, looking almost awake.