Connie and Lula exchanged glances.
“What?” I asked.
“Turned out when they unzipped those bags one of them was Pitch but the other one was some homeless guy.”
“That’s impossible. What happened to Cubbin?”
Lula and Connie did shoulder shrugs. They didn’t know what happened to Cubbin.
I called Morelli. “I just got in to work and I’m hearing it wasn’t Cubbin in the body bag.”
“I was briefed on it two minutes ago,” Morelli said. “It was Pitch and a John Doe.”
“So where’s Cubbin?”
“Don’t know. Right now we can’t confirm that he’s dead.”
“What did Nurse Kruger and Craig Fish have to say?”
“Kruger was found on the floor in her apartment, foaming at the mouth from an overdose. She’s locked down at St. Francis. She’s expected to live, but we haven’t been able to question her yet. Craig Fish is in custody but he isn’t saying anything on advice of his lawyer.”
“How’s your leg?”
“It hurts like a bitch.”
“I’ll kiss it and make it better tonight.”
“It’s going to take more than a kiss, Cupcake.”
Lula and Connie were watching me as I disconnected.
“So?” Lula said.
“Kruger and the doctor aren’t talking. That means they can’t confirm that Cubbin is dead. That means we don’t get our bond back.”
“I was counting on a bonus from that bond,” Lula said. “I need new tires on the Firebird.”
“Good thing Vinnie isn’t here,” Connie said. “He’ll be doubling up on his blood pressure medication. That was a huge bond.”
I sliced off a piece of the birthday cake and sat down to eat it. “Let’s think about this. We’re pretty sure they had Cubbin. We saw the Yeti push something out in the laundry hamper. And the Yeti said he was looking for Cubbin’s money, so obviously Cubbin talked to him. If Cubbin escaped he would have gone to the police. At the very least he would have tried to access some of his money. If he didn’t escape, he’s dead. He wasn’t in the freezer. And he wasn’t in the rest of The Clinic. So he must be . . .”
Lula and Connie stared at me.
“In the cemetery,” I said. “That’s where they disposed of the bodies.”
“Uh-oh,” Lula said. “I’m not liking this turn of events. I like cemeteries even less than I like hospitals.”
I finished my cake and thought about taking a second piece. Not a good idea, I told myself. I’d go into a sugar-and-lard-induced coma.
“I’m going to the cemetery to take a look around,” I said. “Anyone want to come with me?”
“I guess I need to make sure you don’t get into more trouble,” Lula said. “The one day I’m not with you all hell breaks loose what with crazy people getting exploded in your foyer.”
A half hour later I turned off Route 1 into Sunshine Memorial Park. It looked a lot less sinister during the day, but it would never win any awards for beauty. The first couple acres were flat. No trees. No shrubs. No flowers. Just small headstones sunk into the ground. I followed the road to the part of the park that was undeveloped. There were some hills there and an occasional tree. The grass was scrubby. I drove past the large excavated pit that Sunshine and the Yeti had tried to bury me in. The grass around it was trampled from police and emergency vehicles. The pit was still open. Yellow crime scene tape fluttered on stakes in the ground.
I parked and Lula and I got out and walked to the hole in the ground.
“This had to be scary as snot,” Lula said. “It’s creepin’ me out and it’s not even nighttime.”