“Ick. Was Sam addressed to me?”
“No. No note. They’re sending a helicopter out to do a flyover. I’m guessing they’ll find the rest of the cars in the same area.”
“Why did the killer hide the cars? Why didn’t he just leave them with the bodies?”
Morelli shrugged. “Don’t know.”
“Sounds like standard operating procedure for the mob. They bury people in the Pine Barrens all the time. I bet Nick Alpha’s prints are all over the car.”
“I don’t know if you can categorize Nick Alpha as mob,” Morelli said. “Most of the Trenton mob guys are in their nineties.”
“Work with me here,” I said. “I need to pin something on Alpha.”
Morelli dragged me up against him and kissed me. “Try to stay out of trouble,” he said. “I have to go.”
I watched him walk to his car, and I thought I felt a small stirring of feeling down in the dead zone. Maybe it wasn’t dead after all. Maybe it had just been resting.
I opened the door to the bus and called to Connie. “I’m taking off,” I said. “I want to check out the addresses.”
“Take someone with you,” she said. “Two of those addresses were on upper Stark.”
“I don’t have anyone. I’ll be fine.”
“Take Mooner. Please.”
I looked in at her. “You just want to get rid of him.”
“I can’t take it anymore. If he yells one more answer I’m going to rip his lungs out.”
I gave up a sigh. “I’ll take him with me.”
“This is like a new role for me,” Mooner said, buckling himself into the Shelby. “Who would think we’d be partners. It’s like fucking awesome. I’m like psyched.”
“We’re just going to ride down Stark and look at some real estate.” I gave him the card with the addresses. “When we get to Stark you can read the numbers off to me.”
“I could read them better if I had a burger.”
I hit the drive-thru at Cluck-in-a-Bucket, and we got chicken burgers and fries.
“This is an excellent job,” Mooner said, eating his last fry. “This is almost as good as distributing pharmaceuticals.”
The only property in Alpha’s name was the dry cleaner, and I didn’t think that had good cockfighting potential. The second address was a slum rooming house. A three-floor walk-up on the edge of no-man’s-land. The last two were warehouses at the blighted end of Stark. One was designated as Gimple’s Moving and Storage, and the other looked unused. They were on the same block but opposite sides of the street.
I turned at the corner and took the service alley behind Gimple’s. There were two roll-up garage doors, one loading dock, and a back door. I didn’t know much about cockfighting, but I thought this looked like a possibility. I idled behind Gimple’s and called Connie.
“Is Gimple’s Moving and Storage real?” I asked her.
“It’s a legitimate business with a phone number, but it’s probably fronting for something, and I don’t know what that is.”
I drove to the other side of Stark and cruised past the warehouse that looked empty. Broken windows on the second floor in the rear. Brick exterior covered with graffiti. Four rusted, dented roll-up garage doors. One keyed exterior door.
“What do you think?” I asked Mooner.
“About what?”
“Business opportunities in these two buildings.”
“I like this one.”