“And no one’s touched any of this?”
“Pretty much.”
Small grimace from Morelli. “And?”
“There’s nothing on Lula’s camera, but the GoPro shows a couple guys with glowing red eyes coming at Slick.”
Morelli pulled on gloves, picked the camera up, and watched the rewind.
“What do you think?” I as
ked him.
“Zombies,” Morelli said. “No doubt about it.”
He watched it a second time. “There’s someone on this video who doesn’t look like a zombie.”
“Hmmm,” I said. “I must have missed that.”
“He’s at a distance, and he’s only on camera for a heartbeat. I’ll have the tech enhance the frame, and I’ll take another look.”
“How about the zombies? Did you recognize either of them?”
“I thought one looked a little like Bugs Molinowski, but Bugs isn’t dead yet.”
“Would that matter?”
“Tape this off,” Morelli said to one of the uniforms. “And get it photographed.”
“Do you want to see the other disturbed grave?” I asked him.
“Sure. Disturbed graves are my favorite. Right behind headless bodies.”
I led him along the path to the second grave, and Morelli knelt down and scooped up some earth.
“The tombstone says this woman was buried seven months ago,” Morelli said, “but this is a fresh dig, and there was no attempt made to hide it. A professional like Diggery would have replaced the sod.”
“He takes pride in his work,” I said.
Morelli stood and looked around. “And he doesn’t want to get caught. Have you gone through the rest of the cemetery?”
“No. I called you when I saw this, and I went back to Slick’s sleepover spot.”
“I’ll have it canvassed, and I’ll let you know if we find Slick.”
“Likewise,” I said.
He cut his eyes to the path to make sure we were alone. He wrapped an arm around me and kissed me.
“Last night was good,” he said. “With any luck, I won’t be working tonight either.”
“That would be great. I love when we get to spend the night together. Especially at your house. It’s so comfy.”
I wasn’t sure I’d survive a second night in a row with Morelli, but I was going to give it my all, because I absolutely wasn’t going to share a bed with Diesel. In fact, I might even move Rex temporarily to my mother’s house. I had no clue what Diesel’s relationship was to the zombie people, but I didn’t want to take a chance on someone drilling a hole in Rex’s head and sucking out his tiny hamster brain for an hors d’oeuvre.
“When will I get my car back?” I asked.
“They’re going over the car now. I’ll bring it home with me.”