The cops got into their cars and drove off. The people dispersed. I followed Morelli into the living room, where we both stood looking at the glass shards scattered over the floor.
“I'm really sorry,” I said. “This is my fault. I shouldn't have come here.”
“Don't worry about it,” Morelli said. “Life was getting dull.”
“I could move out.”
Morelli grabbed me by the front of my shirt and pulled me to him. “You're just afraid you're going to cave and have to pay me fifty dollars.”
I felt a smile come on. “Thanks.”
Morelli leaned in and kissed me. He had his knee between my legs and his tongue in my mouth, and I got a hot rush that dropped my stomach about six inches.
He backed off and grinned at me. “Good night.”
I blinked. “G'nite.”
The grin widened. “Gotcha.”
I grit my teeth. “I'm going to bed.”
“I'll be down here if you get lonely. I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight just to make sure no one crawls through my window and walks off with my television.”
Stephanie Plum 4 - Four To Score
Stephanie Plum 4 - Four To Score
Stephanie Plum 4 - Four To Score
12
I WAS UP early, but Joe was up earlier. He'd cleaned the glass away and was eating lasagna for breakfast when I trooped into the kitchen.
I poured coffee and gave the lasagna a wistful glance.
“Go for it,” Morelli said.
If I ate the lasagna I'd have to do something physical, like jog a couple of miles. Not my favorite activity. I preferred to get my exercise by walking through a shopping mall. Okay, what the hell, I should probably go out for a run anyway. Keep in shape, and all that crap.
I sat across from him and dug in. “You back on the mystery case today.”
“Surveillance.”
I hated surveillance. Surveillance meant you sat in a car all by yourself until your ass fell asleep. And if you left to go to the bathroom all hell broke loose and you missed it.
Morelli pushed his empty plate away. “What are your plans?”
“Find Maxine.”
“And?”
“And that's it. I have no ideas. I'm out of leads. Everyone's disappeared. Eddie Kuntz's probably dead. For all I know Mrs. Nowicki, Margie and Maxine are dead. Dead and buried.”
“Boy, it's nice to see you so positive this morning.”
“I like to start out right.”
Morelli got up and rinsed his plate. “I have to go to work. If you were an ordinary person I'd tell you to be careful. Since you are who you are, I'll just wish you good luck. Oh, yeah, and someone's supposed to show up at nine to fix the window. Can you hang around until he's done?”