I slammed the door shut, snapped the lock in place, and put some distance between me and the shed. I told myself I wasn't going to throw up, and took a bunch of deep breaths. “You were right,” I said. “I shouldn't have opened the shed.”
“You never listen to me. Now look what we got. All on account of you had to be nosy. Not only that, but I know what's gonna happen next. You're gonna call the police, and we're gonna be tied up all day. If you had any sense you'd pretend you didn't see nothing, and we'd go get some fries and a Coke. I could really use some fries and a Coke.”
I handed her the keys to my car. “Get yourself some food, but make sure you're back in a half hour. I swear, if you abandon me I'll send the police out after you.”
“Boy, that really hurts. When did I ever abandon you?”
“You abandon me all the time!”
“Hunh,” Lula said.
I flipped my cell phone open and called the police. Within minutes I could hear the blue-and-white pull up in front of the house. It was Carl Costanza and his partner, Big Dog.
“When the call came in, I knew it had to be you,” Carl said to me. “It's been almost a month since you found a body. I knew you were due.”
“I don't find that many bodies!”
“Hey,” Big Dog said, “is that a Kevlar vest you're wearing?”
“Brand new, too,” Costanza said. “Not even got any bullet holes in it.”
Trenton cops are top of the line, but their budget isn't exactly Beverly Hills. If you're a Trenton cop you hope Santa will bring you a bulletproof vest because vests are funded primarily with miscellaneous grants and donations and don't automatically come with the badge.
I'd removed the house key from DeChooch's key ring and had it safely tucked away in my pocket. I gave the two remaining keys to Costanza. “Loretta Ricci is in the shed. And she's not looking too good.”
I knew Loretta Ricci by sight, but that was about it. She lived in the Burg and was widowed. I'd put her age around sixty-five. I saw her sometimes at Giovichinni's Meat Market ordering lunch meat.
VINNIE LEANED FORWARD in his chair and narrowed his eyes at Lula and me. “What do you mean you lost DeChooch?”
“It wasn't our fault,” Lula said. “He was sneaky.”
“Well hell,” Vinnie said, “I wouldn't expect you to be able to catch someone who was sneaky.”
“Hunh,” Lula said. “Your ass.”
“Dollars to doughnuts he's at his social club,” Vinnie said.
It used to be there were a lot of powerful social clubs in the Burg. They were powerful because numbers were run out of them. Then Jersey legalized gambling and pretty soon the local numbers industry was in the toilet. There are only a few social clubs left in the Burg now, and the members all sit around reading Modern Maturity and comparing pacemakers.
“I don't think DeChooch is at his social club,” I told Vinnie. “We found Loretta Ricci dead in DeChooch's toolshed, and I think DeChooch is on his way to Rio.”
FOR LACK OF something better to do I went home to my apartment. The sky was overcast and a light rain had started to fall. It was midafternoon, and I was more than a little creeped out by Loretta Ricci. I parked in the lot, pushed through the double glass doors that led to the small lobby, and took the elevator to the second floor.
I let myself into my apartment and went straight to the flashing red light on the phone machine.
The first message was from Joe Morelli. “Call me.” Didn't sound friendly.
The second message was from my friend MoonMan. “Hey dude,” he said. “It's the MoonMan.” That was it. No more message.
The third message was from my mother. “Why me?” she asked. “Why do I have to have a daughter who finds dead bodies? Where did I go wrong? Emily Beeber's daughter never finds dead bodies. Joanne Malinoski's daughter never finds dead bodies. Why me!”
News travels fast in the Burg.
The fourth and last message was from my mother again. “I'm making a nice chicken for supper with a pineapple upside-down cake for dessert. I'll set an extra plate in case you don't have plans.”
My mother was playing hardball with the cake.
My hamster, Rex, was asleep in his soup can in his cage on the kitchen counter. I tapped on the side of the cage and called hello, but Rex didn't budge. Catching up on his sleep after a hard night of running on his wheel.