10 Ten Big Ones (5 page)

This wasn't one of my better days, ' I said to Morelli. 'My car was destroyed, I was involved in a shooting, and I just sat through the dinner from hell. '

Morelli slung an arm around me. 'Dinner wasn't that bad. '

'My sister talked cuddle umpkins to Kloughn for two hours, my mother and grandmother cried every time someone mentioned the wedding, Mary Alice whinnied nonstop, and the baby threw up on you. '

'Yeah, but aside from that

'Not to mention, Grandma got completely snookered and passed out at the table. '

'She was the smart one. ' Morelli said.

'You were the hero. '

'I wouldn't actually have shot him, ' Morelli said. 'Not to loll, anyway. '

'My family is a disaster!'

Morelli grinned. I've called you Cupcake for as long as I can remember, but I'm rethinking it after listening to the two hours of cuddle umpkins. '

'Just exactly what is a human-type cupcake?'

'It's like a cream puff but not as squishy. It's dessert. It's soft and sweet... And it's good to eat. '

The eating part gave me a rush that went straight to my doodah.

Morelli kissed me just below my earlobe and told me a few things about the right way to eat a cupcake. When he got to the part about licking the icing off the top, my nipples shrunk to the size and hardness of steel ball bearings.

'Boy, I'm really tired, ' I said. 'Maybe we should be thinking about going to bed. '

'Good idea, Cupcake. '

I've been living with Morelli for several months now, and it's been surprisingly easy. We still like each other, and the magic hasn't gone out of the sex. Hard to imagine it ever would with Morelli. He's nice to my hamster, Rex. He doesn't expect me to make him breakfast. He's neat without being freaky about it. And he remembers to close the lid on the toilet... Most of the time. What more can you ask from a man?

Morelli lives on a quiet street in a small, pleasant house he inherited from his Aunt Rose. The house mirrors my parents' house and every other house on Morelli's street. When I look out his bedroom window I see neatly parked cars and two-story redbrick attached town houses with clean windows. There are small trees and small shrubs in small yards. And behind the front doors are frequently large people. Food is good in Trenton.

The bedroom window in my apartment looks out at a blacktop parking lot. The apartment building was constructed in the seventies and is totally lacking in charm and amenities. My interior decorating style is one step away from college dorm. Decorating takes time and money. And I have neither.

It was nine in the morning and Morelli was off, ridding the city of bad guys, protecting the populace. I rinsed my coffee cup and set it in the dish drain. I tapped on Rex's cage and told him I'd be back. I hugged Bob and told him to be good and not eat any chairs.

After I hugged Bob I had to use the lint roller on my jeans. I was rollering my jeans when the doorbell bonged.

'Howdy, ' Grandma Mazur said when I answered the door. I was out for a walk, and I was in the neighborhood, so I thought I'd stop by for a cup of coffee, '

'That's a long walk. '

Tour sister came over first thing with her laundry, and the house got real crowded. '

`I was just going out, ' I told Grandma. 'I have some people to pick up this morning. '

'I could help! I could be your assistant. I'd be good at it. I can be real scary when I try. '

I grabbed my shoulder bag and denim jacket. 'I don't actually need anybody scary, but you can ride along if you want. My plan is to stop at the office to say hello. And then I'm going to get Sally so he can reschedule. '

Grandma followed me out the front door, to the curb. This sure is a pip of a car, ' Grandma said, taking the Buick in. 'I feel like one of them old-time gangsters when I ride in this car. '

I feel poor when I ride in the car, since I'm the one buying the gas. No car in the history of the world guzzled gas better than the

Buick.

Lula was at the door when I parked in front of the bonds office.

'Don't bother trying to get that boat docked just right, ' she said.

'We got an emergency call. Remember the chip lady? Well, she's having some kind of a breakdown. Connie just got off the phone with the chip lady's sister, and Connie said we should go over there and see what's happening. '

Sometimes part of my job falls under the category of preventive care. If you know something's going wrong in a bondee's life it's best to check in with him from time to time rather than wait for him to flee.

'Hell-o, ' Lula said, peeking in the car window. 'We got Grandma on board. '

'I'm helping Stephanie this morning, ' Grandma said. 'What's a chip lady?'

'Its some woman held up a Frito-Lay truck, ' Lula said. 'And then she ate the chips. '

'Good for her, ' Grandma said. 'I've always wanted to do that. '

'I wouldn't mind combining them, ' Grandma said. 'Suppose you had some good-looking naked man feeding you the chips. '

'No way, ' Lula said. 'I don't want to be distracted by no man when I'm eating chips. I'd rather have dip. Just get out of my way when I see the chips and dip. '

'It's good you have priorities, ' Grandma said.

'Know thyself, ' Lula replied. 'Someone famous said that. I don't remember who. '

I took Hamilton to Klockner, passed the high school in Hamilton

Township, and turned into Cantell's neighborhood. A woman was standing on Cantell's front porch. She took a startled step back when she saw the three of us emerge from Big Blue.

'Guess she's never seen a '53 Buick before, ' Grandma said.

'Yeah, ' Lula said, hitching up her fuchsia and black animal print spandex pants. I'm sure that's it. '

I approached the porch and handed the woman my business card. 'Stephanie Plum. '

'I remember you, ' the woman said. 'You had your picture in the paper when you burned the funeral home down. '

'It wasn't my fault. '

'It wasn't my fault either, ' Grandma said.

I'm Cindy, Carol's sister. I know she's been having a hard time so I called her this morning. Just checking in, you know? And as soon as I heard her I knew something was wrong. She didn't want to talk on the phone, and she was real secretive. So I came over here. I only live two blocks away. She wouldn't answer her door when I knocked, so I went around back and that door was locked, too. And the shades are all drawn. You can't see into the house at all. '

'Maybe she just wants to be alone, ' Lula said. 'Maybe she thinks you're nosey. '

Tut your ear to the window, ' Cindy said.

Lula put her ear to the front window.

'Listen real close. What do you hear?'

'Uh oh, ' Lula said. 'I hear the crinkle of a chip bag. I hear crunching. '

`I'm afraid she's held up another truck!' Cindy said. 'I didn't want to call the police. And I didn't want to call her ex-husband. He's a real jerk. If I'd been married to him, I'd be a little nutty, too.

I rapped on the front door. 'Carol. It's Stephanie Plum. Open the door. '

'Go away. '

'I need to talk to you. '

`I'm busy. '

'She's going to jail, ' Cindy wailed. 'She's a habitual offender.

They're going to lock her up and throw away the key. She's a chip junky. My sister's an addict!'

'We don't want to get carried away with this, ' Lula said. 'Last I looked, Fritos weren't on the list of controlled substances. '

'Maybe we should shoot the lock off the door, ' Grandma said.

'Hey, Carol, ' I yelled through the door. 'Did you rob another

Frito-Lay truck?'

'Don't worry, ' Cindy called out. 'We'll get you a good lawyer.

Maybe you can plead insanity. '

The door flew open and Carol stood in the doorway, holding a bag of Cheez Doodles. Her hair was smudged with orange doodle dust and stood out from her scalp like an explosion had gone off inside her head. Her mascara was smudged, her lipstick eaten off, replaced with orange doodle stain. She was dressed in a nightgown, sneakers, and a warm-up jacket. Doodle crumbs stuck to the jacket and sparkled in the morning sunlight.

'Whoa, ' Lula said. 'It's fright night. '

'What is it with you people?' Carol screeched. 'Don't you have lives? Go away. Can't you see I'm having breakfast?'

'What should we do?' Cindy asked. 'Should we call 911?'

'Forget 911, ' Lula said. 'Call an exorcist. '

'What's the deal with the Cheez Doodles?' I asked Carol.

'I slipped. I fell off the wagon. '

'No. '

'A store?'

'Absolutely not. I paid for these. Okay, maybe a couple bags got stuck in my jacket, but I don't know how that happened. I don't have any memory of it, I swear. '

'You're a nut, ' Lula said, prowling through the house, gathering up stashed bags of chips. 'You got no self-control. You need Chips

Anonymous. ' Lula opened a bag of Doritos and scarfed a few.

Grandma held out a grocery bag. 'I found this in the kitchen. We can put the chips in it and take them with us so she isn't tempted to eat any more. '

Tut the chips in the bag and give them to Cindy, ' I told

Grandma.

1 thought it might be a good idea if we took them, ' Grandma said.

'Yeah, ' Lula said. That's a much better idea than making poor

Cindy cart them off. '

I wasn't great in the willpower department. Even as I was standing there, I could feel the Cheez Doodles calling my name. I didn't want a whole grocery bag of doodles and chips in the car with me. I didn't want to end up looking like Carol.

'Give all the chips to Cindy, ' I said. 'The chips should stay in the family. '

Grandma looked over at Carol. 'Are you gonna be okay if we give her all the chips? You aren't gonna flip out, are you?'

`I'm okay now, ' Carol said. 'Actually, I feel kind of sick. I think

I'm going to lie down for a while. '

We filled the grocery bag with the remaining chips and left

Carol standing at the door, the pallor of her skin looking slightly green under the orange doodle dust. Cindy drove off with the chips. And Grandma and Lula and I stuffed ourselves into the

Buick.

'I had my eye on that bag of barbecue chips. ' Grandma said. 'It's gonna be hard for me to keep up my strength without some chips. '

'Uh oh, ' Lula said. 'Look at this, a couple of bags of chips somehow got in my big o purse... Just like what happened to

Carol. '

'Chips are devilish like that, ' Grandma said.

'Yeah, ' Lula said. 'Guess we should eat them so they don't go to waste. '

'How many bags do you have?' I asked her.

Three. You want one?'

I blew out a sigh, and Lula handed me a bag of Fritos. Not only was I going to eat them... I was secretly glad she snitched them.

'Now what?' Lula wanted to know. `I'm not going to have to go back to the filing, am I?'

'Sally Sweet's next up, ' I said.

`I'm in, ' Lula said.

Sally lived on the opposite side of town. By the time we got there, he'd be done with his morning bus run, and it'd be a good time to bring him in and get him rebonded.

I called Morelli on the way over to get a report on Eddie

Gazarra.

'He's going to be okay, ' Morelli said. 'He'll probably get released from the hospital tomorrow. '

'Anything new going on?'

There was another devil holdup last night. This time the firebomb worked and the store burned down. '

'Anyone hurt?'

'No. It was late at night, and the store was empty. The night manager got out the back door. The word on the street is that the

'I didn't realize we had Slayers in Trenton. '

'We've got everything in Trenton. '

'If you rounded up all the Slayers, I might be able to identify the

Red Devil, ' I said to Morelli.

'To the best of our knowledge there are twenty-eight active

Slayers, and they're about as easy to round up as smoke. And probably the twenty-eight figure is low. '

'Okay, suppose I rode around in their neighborhood, looking for the guy?'

'Honey, even I don't ride around in that neighborhood. '

I disconnected and turned onto Fenton Street. It was easy to find Sally's house. A big yellow school bus was parked at the curb.

I pulled up behind the bus, and we all trooped out.

Sally opened the door with the security chain still in place. I've changed my mind, ' he said. `I don't want to go. '

'You have to go, ' I told him. 'It's the law. '

'The law's bogus. I didn't do anything wrong. And now if I go with you I'm going to have to pay more money, right? Vinnie's gonna have to write another bond, right?'

'Uh... Yeah. '

'I haven't got more money. And anyway, I'm not even the one who should have been arrested. They should have arrested that jerk Marty Sklar. He's the one who started all this. '

I felt my eyebrows shoot halfway up my forehead. 'Marty Sklar is the guy who made a pass at you?'

'Do you know him?' Sally asked.

'I went to school with him. He was a big macho football player.

And he married Barbara Jean Biabloki, the pom-pom queen. ' It was a perfect match. They deserved each other. Sklar was a bully, and Barbara Jean thought she could walk on water because she grew perfect breasts. Last I heard, Sklar was working in his father-in-laws

'Fuckin' A. Oh crap!' Snap, snap.

'You gotta remember about fudge, ' Grandma said.

Sally nodded. 'Fudgin' A. '

We all did a mental eeyeuuiv. Fudgin' A didn't sound tasty coming out of Sally's mouth.

'Maybe fudge don't work for that one time, ' Grandma said.

If I could get Sklar to drop the charges against Sally, and we had a sympathetic judge, I could save Sally the expense of a second bond. 'You're not going anywhere, ' I said to Sally. 'I don't need to bring you in today. I'll talk to Sklar and see what I can do about getting the charges dropped. '

'No shit!' Snap.

'You better clean up your mouth, or you're gonna lose that hand, ' Lula said to Sally. 'You're gonna amputate yourself. '

'F-f-fudge, ' Sally said.

Grandma looked down at her watch. 'You're going to have to take me home now. I have a beauty-parlor appointment this afternoon, and I don't want to be late. I got a lot of ground to cover today what with the shooting and all. '

This was a good deal for me because the negotiation with Marty

Sklar would go better without Grandma present. In fact, I'd prefer to do it without Lula but I didn't think that was going to happen. I pointed the Buick toward the Burg and motored across town. I dropped Grandma off in front of my parents' house. My sisters car was still in the driveway.

They're planning the wedding, ' Grandma said. 'Ordinarily I'd be right there, but it looks to me like this is going on for days. They spent two hours this morning talking about what kind of suit Mr

Cutie Uggums was going to wear. I don't know how your mother does it. That woman has the patience of a saint. '

'Who's Mr Cutie Uggums?' Lula wanted to know.

'Albert Kloughn. He and Valerie are getting married. '

'That's scary, ' Lula said.

Melvin Biablokis Toyota dealership took up half a block on South

Broad Street. It wasn't the biggest or the best dealership in the state, but according to Burg gossip it made enough money to send