Smokin' Seventeen: A Stephanie Plum Novel (Stephanie Plum Novels)

around shooting people because they say you’re fat.”
    “I only shot one guy. The second was only mustard.” Lula swiped at some chili stuck to her shirt. “We didn’t get lunch. Where you want to go for lunch?”
    “I’m going home for lunch, so I can take a shower and change my clothes. I feel like I’ve been rolled around in Giovichinni’s dumpster.”
    Lula powered her window down. “One of us smells like sauerkraut. I think it’s you. You look like you got hit with a whole bowl of it. It’s stuck in your hair.”
    Don’t for a moment think this is Bella’s work, I told myself. The pimple and the sauerkraut are coincidence. The
eye
is a bunch of baloney. Repeat after me.
The eye is a bunch of baloney
.

FOURTEEN
     
    BY THE TIME I left my apartment it was mid-afternoon. My hair was clean and smelled only faintly of sauerkraut. I was in my usual uniform of jeans and T-shirt. And my plan was to stop at Giovichinni’s and get a sandwich for lunch and a piece of lasagna to save for dinner.
    I passed Mooner’s bus on my way to the store. The bus looked normal enough. No indication of a bear inside. The M.E.’s truck was missing from the curb. Morelli and some uniforms were standing in the middle of the lot, watching the backhoe work. I took all this to mean the body had been removed, and the grave was getting filled in and graded.
    I parked and joined Morelli.
    “Was it the lawyer?”
    “Probably, but we couldn’t make a positive ID.”
    “No recognizable jewelry?”
    “An expensive watch. No wedding band. No wallet.” Morelli leaned closer. “You smell like sauerkraut.”
    “Does it make me undesirable?”
    “No. It makes me hungry for a hot dog.”
    “Do you think this is the last of the bodies buried here?”
    “The CSI guys worked their way through the entire lot and found only this one.”
    “Why do you suppose the two bodies had different burial spots?”
    “They were probably buried at different times. We’re guessing he used the backhoe that was here doing debris removal, and he dug wherever the backhoe was parked.”
    “Still no tie-in to the bail bonds office?”
    Morelli shook his head. “No. But I’m going over some correspondence and financial records with Terry tonight. Something might turn up.”
    Terry again.
Unh
. Mental head slap.
    Morelli grinned down at me. “You’re such a cupcake.”
    “Now what?”
    “Every time I mention Terry your eyes cross.” He wrapped an arm around me and kissed me just above my ear. “Good thing I like sauerkraut,” he said.
    • • •
     
    I bypassed Mooner’s bus completely and went directly to Giovichinni’s. I ordered a turkey club and was in the middle of a critical dinner decision when Grandma Mazur called.
    “We’re making lasagna tonight,” she said. “It’s a special recipe. And we’re having chocolate cake for dessert. Your mother wanted to know if you wanted some.”
    I stared at the slab of lasagna in Giovichinni’s deli case and found it lacking. “Sure,” I said. “Set a plate for me.”
    I carted my turkey club to the coffee shop and sat in the window area with Lula and Connie.
    “They found another body on bonds office property,” I said. “Morelli thinks it might be Bobby Lucarelli, Dugan’s lawyer.”
    “I knew he was missing,” Connie said. “He was Vinnie’s lawyer, too. Vinnie was using him for some real estate transactions.”
    My phone buzzed with a text message from Dave. I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU .
    He probably meant well, but I had enough surprises in my life. I was sitting with my back to the window, and I felt a shadow pass over me. I turned to see what had caused the shadow, and I caught Bella standing outside, looking in. She put her finger to her eye and nodded and smiled at me.
    “Holy mother,” Connie whispered.
    Lula made a
go away
gesture at Bella. “Shoo!”
    Bella glared at Lula, turned, and walked down the street.
    “Do you feel any different?” Connie asked me. “Did you just get a hemorrhoid? Are you breaking out in hives?”
    “I don’t believe in the eye,” I told her.
    “That’s good,” Lula said. “You keep tellin’ yourself that. You’re gonna be fine. You don’t think she took offense that I shooed her, do you? Maybe I shouldn’t have done that. I already got a vampire hickey. I don’t need no more weird juju shit.”
    Connie looked at her cell phone. “Vinnie just texted me that the bear’s hungry. Someone has to make a chicken nugget