Morelli wheeled around and went downstairs. A minute later he came up smiling. “That's Nathan Russo.”
“And?”
“He's our friendly neighborhood funny money distributor. He's the guy we've been watching.”
“Small world.”
"There's a press down there, too. Under a tarp.
I felt my face crumple and my eyes fill with tears. “He wanted to kill me.”
“I know the feeling,” Morelli said. He put an arm around me and kissed the top of my head.
“I hate to cry,” I said. “I get all blotchy, and it makes my nose run.”
“Well, you're not blotchy right now,” Morelli said. “Right now you're white. The guy downstairs has more color than you.” He guided me through the house to the porch, where Lula was pacing, looking like she'd break out in hives any minute. Morelli sat me down on the step and told me to put my head between my legs.
After a minute the clanging stopped in my head, and I didn't feel like throwing up anymore. “I'm okay,” I said. “I feel better.”
Lula sat next to me. “First time I ever saw a white person who really was white.”
“Don't go anywhere,” Morelli said. “I need to talk to both of you.”
“Yessir, boss,” Lula said.
Morelli squatted next to me and lowered his voice. “You weren't in this house illegally, were you?”
“No.” I shook my head for emphasis. “The door was open. I was invited in. The wind blew the door . . .”
Morelli narrowed his eyes. “You want to pick one?”
“Which one do you like?”
“Christ,” Morelli said.
He went back into the house, which was now filled with cops. An EMS truck had arrived. No need for that. No one had been hurt, and the body in the basement would go home with the coroner in his body snatcher truck. Neighbors had collected on the sidewalk by the EMS truck. Others stood on porches across the street. Betty and Leo were sitting in two separate blue-?and-?whites. They'd be kept apart from now on and questioned independently.
“Thanks for coming to my rescue,” I said to Lula. “Boy, you really nailed that pot holder.”
“Yeah, only I was aiming for Leo. Sorry I didn't call you in time. I kept getting interference. Lucky I got through to Morelli right away.”
At the end of the block a black Jeep screeched to a halt and a naked man jumped out.
“Goddamn!” Lula said. “I know that naked motherfucker.”
I was on my feet and running. The naked motherfucker was Eddie Kuntz! Eddie saw the crowd in front of his house and immediately scurried behind some shrubbery. I skidded to a stop directly in front of the shrub and stared. Kuntz was tattooed head to toe with colorful messages like “pencil dick” and “woman beater” and “I like to be buttfucked.”
“Ommigod,” I said, trying hard not to be obvious about comparing messages with equipment displayed.
Kuntz was rabid. “They've been holding me hostage. They tattooed my entire body!”
Lula was next to me. “Think they been generous with the pencil dick,” she said. “Think you're more a stubby eraser.”
“I'm going to kill her,” Kuntz said. “I'm going to find her and kill her.”
“Maxine?”
“And don't think you're getting your thousand dollars, either.”