“We haven't caught him yet.”
“He's probably gone underground.”
Morelli winced.
“That's undertaker humor,” I told him.
“One more thing. Kenny had an interesting spin on how the fire got started.”
“Lies. All lies.”
“You could have avoided a lot of terror if you'd just left that bug in your pocketbook.”
I narrowed my eyes and cro
ssed my arms over my chest. “This is a subject best forgotten.”
“You left me standing bare-assed in the middle of the street!”
“I gave you your gun, didn't I?”
Morelli grinned. “You're going to give me more than that, cupcake.”
“Forget it.”
“Not likely,” Morelli said. “You owe me.”
“I owe you nothing! If anyone is owed, it's me! I caught your cousin for you!”
“And in the process burned down Stiva's Mortuary and destroyed thousands of dollars worth of government property.”
“Well, if you're going to be picky about it . . .”
“Picky? Sweetie pie, you are the worst bounty hunter in the history of the world.”
“That does it. I have better things to do than to stand here and take your insults.”
I pushed him out of my foyer, into the hall, slammed the door closed, and threw the bolt. I pressed my nose to the door and looked through the peephole.
Morelli grinned at me.
“This is war,” I yelled through the door.
“Lucky for me,” Morelli said. “I give good war.”