kill, but it wasn’t his fault. He was on a lot of drugs.”
“And he’s off them now?”
“Yeah. Drugs are expensive in prison, and he don’t have a good source of income there.”
“I need to have another conversation with Buster,” I said. “Do you want to ride along?”
“Sure,” Lula said. “As long as we get back by five o’clock. I got a big date tonight, and it might take me some time to get beautiful.”
I drove past Rangeman on the way across town. The crime scene tape had been taken down, but several vans from a variety of government agencies were still in place.
“This whole thing gives me the creeps,” Lula said. “I don’t like no radioactive shit leaking out in my neighborhood. Excuse my language, but there’s no other way to say it. It’s scary as snot.”
I cut back to State Street, turned up Stark, and parked across the street from Buster. It was late in the day, and people were lining up for pizza.
We crossed the street, I pushed the intercom buzzer, and Buster answered.
“It’s me again,” I said.
“Is the chick with the big tits with you?”
“Yeah.”
“Come on up.”
“That’s sweet,” Lula said. “He remembered me.”
Buster was standing at the top of the stairs, wearing a red chef’s apron and holding a spoon.
“What’s up?” he said. “I’m in the middle of making dinner.”
“What are you making?” Lula asked him.
“Red sauce. I’m having spaghetti. I got some nice parmesan and some fresh basil.”
“We need to talk,” I said. “Someone just shot a rocket into a very expensive Porsche because Briggs was in it. Was that you?”
“No shit,” Buster said. “Did Briggs get blown up?”
“No, he was thrown clear.”
“Bummer,” Buster said.
“So?” I asked him.
“Not me. I don’t do rockets.”
“Who would do rockets?”
Buster shrugged. “Could be anyone.”
“Let’s take this from another direction. Who would want Briggs dead?”
“Just about everyone I know. He snooped where he shouldn’t be snooping. He messed around with other people’s wives. He was damn annoying. And he can’t drive. He’s a menace on the road. He kept smashing into my Mercedes with his stupid blue RAV4. I hated that car.”
“Omigod,” I said. “You’re the car bomber.”
“Right now I’m the spaghetti maker,” Buster said. “Do you ladies want to stay for supper?”
“I got a date,” Lula said, “but I’ll take a rain check. That spaghetti sauce smells good.”
I drove Lula back to the office and continued on to Morelli’s house. Morelli wasn’t home, so I took Bob for a walk, straightened up the kitchen, fed Bob, and made myself a grilled cheese sandwich.
Morelli rolled in at seven o’clock. He grabbed me and kissed me, and scratched Bob behind his ear. He got a beer out of the fridge, chugged it, and belched.
“Long day,” I said.
“No kidding. Do we have food?”
I assembled two more grilled cheese sandwiches and set them into the fry pan. I wasn’t any kind of a cook, but I could make grilled cheese.
“Ron Siglowski turned up today,” Morelli said. “He floated down the Delaware and washed up onto the shore by the Route 1 bridge embankment. A homeless guy found him at four o’clock. He was decomposed, but it was obvious he’d taken a bullet in the head.”
“That leaves just two poker players.”
Morelli looked around. “Where’s Briggs?”
“He’s staying in my apartment while it’s under construction. I thought it was better than having him here.”
“If I had to live with him another day, you could add me to the list of people trying to kill him.”
I slid a grilled cheese onto a plate and added pickles and some chips. “Do you have a lead on the shooter?”
“Nothing worth anything. Buster and Pepper are suspects only because they’re the last two men standing, but it could just as easily be someone on the outside. All these guys associated with bad people. They were all involved in human trafficking and who knows what else. They might not have been as deeply invested as Jimmy Poletti, but they all knew what was going on.”
“It sounds like Buster was boots on the ground in Mexico. And Silvio Pepper had his trucks going in and out of Mexico.”
“The feds are involved in that part of it. Not sure how much progress they’re making.”
“Speaking of feds, I drove past Rangeman today. They’ve removed the crime scene tape, but there were still a bunch of vans on the street.”
“My understanding is that the poison was pretty well contained in the one small room where Gardi was being held. If the polonium had been released directly