"You got a better idea?"
"As a matter of fact," I said, "have all the officers about the right height walk the neighborhood for an hour. Then block off that much of the area."
"And search all the sheds and garages," Dolph said.
"And basements, crawl spaces, old refrigerators," I said.
"If we find it?"
"Fry it. Get an exterminator team out here."
"Will the zombie attack during the day?" Dolph asked.
"If disturbed enough, yes. This one's awfully aggressive."
"No joke," he said. "We'd need a dozen exterminator teams or more. The city'll never go for that. Besides, we could walk a pretty damn wide circle. We might search and miss it completely."
"It'll move at dark. If you're ready, you'll find it then."
"Okay. You sound like you're not going to help search."
"I'll be back to help, but John Burke returned my call."
"You taking him to the morgue?"
"Yeah, in time to try to use him against Dominga Salvador. What timing," I said.
"Good. You need anything from me?"
"Just access to the morgue for both of us," I said.
"Sure thing. You think you'll really learn anything from Burke?"
"Don't know till I try," I said.
He smiled. "Give it the old college try, eh?"
"Win one for the Gipper," I said.
"You go visit the morgue and deal with voodoo John. We'll turn this fucking neighborhood upside down."
"Nice to know we've both got our days planned," I said.
"Don't forget this afternoon we check out Salvador's house."
I nodded. "Yeah, and tonight we hunt zombies."
"We're going to end this shit tonight," he said.
"I hope so."
He looked at me, eyes narrowed. "You got a problem with our plans?"
"Just that no plan is perfect."
He was quiet a moment, then stood. "Wish this one was."
"Me, too."