One Book in the Grave: A Bibliophile Mystery

satisfied nod.
     
    I found the delivery invoice on my workroom desk and took it to Inspector Jaglom, who was still sitting in the kitchen. He stared at the slip, then dialed the number for Worldwide Shipping and Delivery Service. He read off the invoice number to the dispatcher, who had no record of the delivery.
    After a few minutes of wrangling with the woman, Inspector Jaglom asked me to describe the driver. I gave him as precise a description as possible, and Derek added a few details. Jaglom repeated the information into the phone.
     
    The dispatcher recognized the man in question and put the inspector on hold while she tracked the guy down.
     
    It was at least ten minutes before the dispatcher came back on the line. I spent the time making more coffee for the cops and arranging another plate of a dozen cookies to put out. They were devoured within minutes.
     
    “Yeah?” Jaglom said abruptly, then pulled out his notepad and began to write furiously. “I see.”
     
    Inspector Lee frowned as though she could read her partner’s facial expressions.
     
    “Yes, ma’am,” Jaglom said. “We’ll have a patrol unit there immediately. Right. Thanks for your assistance.” He hung up the phone.
     
    “They found the guy?” I asked.
     
    “Yeah.” His mouth was tight as he digested what he’d heard. Then he looked at me. “The good news is, they tracked him down. The bad news is, he’s dead.”
     
    I was stunned into silence for a long moment. Finally I asked, “How did he die?”
     
    Lee’s reaction was a quick scowl; then she relaxed her features. I guess I was interfering with the investigation, but since she didn’t smack me upside the head, I took it as a small victory.
     
    “They found him with a plastic bag over his head,” Jaglom said. “He suffocated to death.”
     
    I cringed. There was no good way to die, but that seemed like a particularly bad one.
     
    While Jaglom called for a patrol car to go to the delivery company, Derek and I spoke quietly and reached a decision. As soon as Jaglom was off the phone, Derek revealed that Max was alive and completely innocent. He explained about the harassment Max had endured three years earlier and the circumstances behind his staged death. The detective trusted Derek completely, but that didn’t mean he was about to pass on interrogating Max. So I led Jaglom to Max’s room, where he spent almost an hour interviewing my friend. When Max and Jaglom walked out to the kitchen, the relief on Max’s face brought tears to my eyes.
     
    A few minutes later, I took Lee and Jaglom over to Sergio’s place, where I hung out while the cops spent another forty-five minutes interviewing my neighbors. Given everything they’d been through today, I wondered if any of them would ever speak to me again. But they all hugged me and assured me they would, so at least I had that.
     
    On our way across the hall to my place, I asked the inspectors if they’d made any headway on Joe’s murder.
     
    They exchanged glances; then Jaglom said, “Our lead suspect just showed up in a box.”
     
    I winced at that, then opened my front door in time to see the medical examiner leave. He and his assistant were steering a gurney that held the body of Angelica wrapped in a thick black plastic bag.
     
    Another assistant followed, wheeling a dolly that supported the crate that had contained her body. I couldn’t suppress a shudder as it passed by me.
     
    Back in the kitchen, Lee looked around. “Have we talked to everyone now?”
     
    I thought for a moment. “Everyone but Minka.”
     
    Lee gasped and her face turned into a mask of terror. “LaBoeuf? She was here?”
     
    I bit back a laugh. “It’s a long story, but yes. You might say she crashed the party.”
     
    Jaglom saw Lee’s expression and laughed. “I’ve interviewed her twice before during our last two investigations. It’s your turn, Janice.”
     
    “No freaking way,” Lee muttered darkly as they both packed up their notepads. I walked them out of my place and down to the freight elevator.
     
    Jaglom was still laughing. “She’s a nice girl once you get to know her.”
     
    Lee snorted. “She’s a rabid dog.”
     
    Jaglom laughed and turned to me. “We’ll be in touch.”
     
    “Thanks,” I said. I thought I heard Inspector Lee growling as I walked back to my place.
     
    Minutes after I got inside and locked the door, my telephone rang with two quick rings, then nothing. It was the