“And?” I said.
“Give me a minute. I’m waiting for the pain to go away. I’m off the pills, and walking is a bitch.”
“I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Yeah, but we’d make a scene if we did it here.”
“Anything other than that?”
“I had seven people call and tell me you were at the Gillian viewing with Ranger last night.”
“Ranger’s paying me to do some snooping for him. He’s been asked by Ruppert Gillian to look into his mother’s death.”
“Ranger isn’t a P.I.”
“He’s doing this as a favor for a good client.”
“Butch Shiller is the primary on the Dumpster murders. He has no sense of humor, and he’s got real bad acid reflux, so don’t step on his toes.”
“Good to know,” I said. “Anything else?”
“Word on the street is that Sunny has a new pet project and isn’t going to jail until he gets it up and running.”
“What’s the project?”
“No one’s saying.”
“Do you know where Sunny’s hiding?” I asked.
“You want me to rat on my godfather?”
“Yeah.”
“That’ll cost you. That would be worth a night of sweaty gorilla sex.”
Morelli pulled me to him and kissed me. The kiss was a mix of playful affection and libidinous desperation. It measured up to Ranger’s kiss the night before, and it triggered a hot rush of guilt and desire. Getting kisses like this from two different men, both of whom carried guns, wasn’t in anyone’s best interest. Not to mention I suspected God didn’t approve of this kind of stuff. Of course it wasn’t as if I’d made the first move on either of the kisses, so maybe God would cut me some slack.
“So about Sunny?” I asked.
“Sorry, can’t help you. Don’t know where he is, but I know he’s moving around. Are you working tonight?”
“I’m going to Bingo at the Senior Center. Turns out Bingo was a common interest for the murdered women.”
Morelli grimaced. “Ranger should be giving you time and a half for hazardous duty. Those Bingo ladies are tough.”
“Yeah, and that’s not even as bad as it gets. Your grandmother put the eye on me.”
“Bummer.”
“That’s it? Bummer?”
“There’s no such thing as the eye.”
“Are you sure?”
Morelli gave his head a small shake. “Actually, no.”
“Then do something. Tell your grandmother to take the whammy off me.”