“Yesterday. She came in to get some, you know, fruit.”
“How often does she like to buy fruit?”
Bernie chewed on his lower lip. “Hard to say. She's not regular.”
Lula draped an arm around Bernie and almost smothered him in her right breast. “See, the thing is, Bern, we'd like to talk to Nowicki, but we're having a hard time finding her on account of she's not staying in her house. Now if you could help us out here, we'd be grateful. Real grateful.”
A bead of sweat rolled down the side of Bernie's face, from his bald dome to in front of his ear. “Oh crap,” he said. And I could tell from the way he said it that he
wanted to help us out.
Lula gave him another squeeze. “Well?”
“I dunno. I dunno. She never says much.”
“She always come in alone?”
“Yeah.”
I gave him my card. “If you remember something, or if you see Nowicki, you give me a call right away.”
“Sure. Don't worry.”
We got to the car, and I had another one of those weird thoughts. “Wait here,” I said to Lula. “I'll be right back.”
Bernie had been standing in the front of the store, watching us through the glass. “Now what?” he said. “You forget something?”
“When Nowicki bought her fruit from you, did she pay you with a twenty?”
He sounded surprised at the question. “Yeah.”
“You still have it?”
He stared at me blank-?faced for a minute. “I guess . . .” He took his wallet from his back pocket and looked inside. “Here it is. It's the only twenty I got. It must be it.”
I rooted around in my shoulder bag and found some money. I counted out two tens. “I'll trade you.”
“Is that it?” he asked.
I gave him a sly smile. “For now.”
“You know, I wouldn't mind just watching.”
I patted him on the top of his head. “Hold that thought.”
“We didn't find out much,” Lula said when I got into the car.
“We know she was in Trenton yesterday.”
“Not many places three women can stay in Trenton,” Lula said. “Not like down the shore where there's lots of motels and lots of houses to rent. Hell, the only hotels we got charge by the hour.”
That was true. It was the state capital, and it didn't actually have a hotel. This might leave people to think no one wanted to stay in Trenton, but I was sure this was a wrong assumption. Trenton is cool. Trenton has everything . . . except a hotel.
Of course, just because Nowicki was doing business with Bernie didn't mean she had to be in Trenton proper.
We took one last spin past Eddie Kuntz's house, the Nowicki house and Margie's house. All were dark and deserted.
Lula dropped me off in front of Morelli's house and shook her head. “That Morelli got one fine ass, but I don't know if I'd want to live with a cop.”