'My line is bugged?'
'Of course it's bugged.'
I looked at my watch. It was almost nine. 'Is it okay if I stop at the office first?'
'As long as you're here by noon. I want you to change your recording.'
'I have to go to work,' I said to my mother.
'Its Thursday,' my mother said. 'And I know you usually come for dinner on Friday, but Valerie and the girls and Albert are coming tomorrow. Would you and Joseph rather come for dinner tonight?'
'Probably. I'll have to ask him.'
I walked into the bonds office and noticed that for the first time in almost two weeks the inner sanctum door was cracked open. I threw my shoulder bag on the couch and gave Connie raised eyebrows.
'He's back,' she said.
I heard rustling in the inner office, the sort of sound rats make running through leaves, and Vinnie opened the door wide and stuck his head out.
'Hah,' Vinnie said to me. 'Decided to show up for work?'
'You got a problem?' I asked him.
'I'm drowning in FTAs. What the hell do you do all day?'
Vinnie is a cousin on my father's side of the family, and it's not a comfortable thought that he swam out of the Plum gene pool. He's slim and boneless with slicked-back hair and pointy-toed shoes and Mediterranean coloring. The thought of him married and reproducing sends chills through me. Still, in spite of his shortcomings as a human being, or maybe because of them, Vinnie is a pretty good bail bondsman. Vinnie is an excellent judge of sleaze.
'You're writing too much bond,' I told him.
'I need the money. Lucille wants a new house. She says the one we have now is too small. She wants one with a home theater. What the fuck is that, anyway?'
Meri was watching from her card table. 'Maybe I could start going out with Stephanie and Lula,' she said. 'I wouldn't be any help in the beginning but maybe eventually I could pick up some of the easier skips.'
'Maybe eventually,' Lula said.
'Not eventually,' Vinnie said. 'Now! Get out there now. I'm hemorrhaging money, for crissake. Lucille's gonna kill me.'
Connie, Lula, and I knew who would kill him, and it wouldn't be Lucille. It would be Lucille's father, Harry the Hammer. Harry didn't like when Lucille was disappointed.
'How did the nursing home go last night?' I asked Lula.
'We had to quit early. The feathers gave two people an asthma attack. I'm going out on my lunchtime to get us new outfits. We have a big job coming up Sunday night at the Brothers of the Loyal Sons, and we're calling an emergency practice so Grandma can learn the moves. We're doing a dress rehearsal and everything.'
A floral delivery van double-parked in front of the office and a guy got out and carted a vase of flowers into the office. 'Is there a Stephanie Plum here?'
'Uh-oh,' Lula said. 'Morelli must have done something wrong.'
I took the vase and put it on Connie's desk and read the card. TIL DEATH DO US PART. NOT LONG NOW.
'What the heck?' Lula said.
'One of my many secret admirers,' I said. 'Probably some serial killer who just broke out of prison.'
'Yeah,' Lula said. 'I bet that's it. Those serial killers are known for being romantic.'
'Did we get any new skips in?' I asked Connie.
'None this morning. The one high-end bond we still have out is Lonnie Johnson. I'd really like it if you could get a line on him.'