years left.”
I had my hand on the door handle. “I have to go,” I said to Grandma. “Put the television on for him. Cartoons or something. And don’t give him the remote or he’ll sign up for porn.”
“Those porn films have the best titles,” Grandma said. “I wouldn’t mind seeing some of them. I bought one once, but it was all naked girls and I wanted to see naked men.”
Morelli was already seated at a table when I walked into Pino’s. Pino’s is the restaurant of choice for most of the cops. It’s got a good bar, a small side room with a handful of tables, and a menu heavy on pizza and Italian American comfort food.
I sat across from him and glanced at the menu. It was a formality, because I knew the menu by heart. I’d been eating at Pino’s for years, and the menu never changed.
“Meatball sub,” I told the waitress. “And a Coke.”
“Same for me,” Morelli said.
He was wearing jeans, a black T-shirt, and a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. His hair was about four weeks overdue for a cut, curling over his ears and at the nape of his neck. His brown eyes were serious, but there was a sensual softness to his mouth. He looked like the movie star version of an undercover cop.
“Did you leave Briggs locked in the car?” he asked.
“No. I dropped him off at my parents’ house.”
“I was afraid I’d be eating lunch with him.”
“I wouldn’t do that to you.”
Morelli grinned. “What would you do to me?”
“All sorts of good things,” I said.
“And what can I do to you?” he asked.
“I have a list.”
“Am I going to get to walk my fingers down that list anytime soon?”
“As soon as I capture Poletti and get rid of Briggs.”
Morelli ate part of a breadstick. “I’m working on it. I have my own reasons for wanting to talk to Poletti.”
“Any leads?”
He shook his head. “No leads, but his wife invited me to come back anytime.”
“So it wasn’t a total loss?”
Another grin. “I’m saving myself for you.”
I mostly believed him, but truth is, Morelli just about leaks excess testosterone from his pores. We have a tense relationship that skirts permanent commitment but acknowledges the “L” word. I’m careful not to question him too closely on his sex life beyond our relationship, because if I ever found out he was sleeping with someone else I’d have to kill her. Okay, maybe I wouldn’t kill her, but I’d certainly buy out the candy aisle at 7-Eleven, eat it all, and throw up.
“Let’s change the subject,” I said. “Tell me about Ranger.”
“Ranger had Emilio Gardi in custody, waiting for extradition to Miami. Gardi apparently had some very bad stuff with him that he was going to use to take out Ranger and his whole operation. Something went wrong, and Gardi accidentally took the hit. One of the Rangeman guys is also pretty sick, but everyone else got out in time.”
“Gardi was a setup?”
“Looks that way. I don’t know all the details. The feds aren’t releasing any information on the contaminant, but Gardi and the Rangeman guy are in isolation and being treated for radiation poisoning. And the first responders said Gardi was screaming about polonium, begging for medical help.”
“What’s polonium?”
“I don’t know exactly. I didn’t have time to Google it, but I’m told it’s the stuff some speculate killed Yasser Arafat. Supposedly it’s not a nice death.”
“That’s creepy.”
“Yeah. Probably you’re going to be too creeped out to sleep tonight and you’re going to need a big strong guy like me to keep you safe.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Did you make all this up just so I’d sleep with you?”
“No. I’m not that clever, but I am getting desperate, so let me know if it’s working.”
“I have Briggs to protect me.”
“I hear some sarcasm there, but I know Briggs, and he’s a mean little bastard. I wouldn’t underestimate him in a bar fight.”
Our food arrived, and we dug in.
“This doesn’t add up for me,” I finally said. “I was under the impression that Ranger and Gardi hadn’t met prior to Gardi’s arrest. Why was Gardi trying to take down Rangeman?”
“I imagine Gardi was working for someone. When it all went down, someone at Rangeman hit the big red button and the call simultaneously brought in the feds, the hazmat team, and Trenton first responders. The feds immediately took over and put a lid on any information coming from Gardi. I’m surprised you