"What the h.e.l.l has gotten into you?" she asked.

Her tone said I was in trouble. The question was how much?

"What did I do?" I asked.

"Get in my car," she said.

Burrell drove a s.e.xy red Mustang with racing stripes painted down the side, the kind of car I"d drive if I had the money. I made Buster lie down on the pavement, then got in. Burrell got behind the wheel and glared at me. "Let"s see. You grilled Ron Cheeks without clearing it with me. Then you grilled Jed Grimes, also without clearing it with me. You also let Jed Grimes get away without explaining how that cell phone and pair of panties got in his mother"s garbage pail, knocked his ex-wife to the ground, and had your dog attack LeAnn Grimes. That"s got to be some kind of record."



"Not for me," I said.

"Don"t push it, Jack."

"Do you want to hear my side of it?"

"I"d love to, only I"m meeting with the mayor in fifteen minutes. He wants an update on the Sampson Grimes investigation."

The mayor of Fort Lauderdale was an egotistical blowhard, and having a meeting with him usually meant getting yelled at. I felt bad for Burrell. She"d stepped in s.h.i.t with this case, and the slide was getting progressively worse.

"I want to ask you a question," Burrell said. "Jean-Baptiste Vorbe, the manager of the Smart Buy in LeAnn Grimes"s neighborhood, called the station house this morning. He wants to file a complaint, and indicated it had something to do with the Grimes investigation. Is this something you you did?" did?"

I thought back to my visit to the Smart Buy. I"d gone behind the store, and chased away the Asian tourists who"d wanted to have their pictures taken by the Dumpsters. I hadn"t seen anyone watching, although you never knew.

"I don"t think so," I said. "I didn"t go into the store, and I didn"t talk to anyone except some tourists who were hanging around outside."

"Exactly what did you say to them?"

"I chased them away."

"Why the h.e.l.l did you do that?"

"They were ghouls."

Teeth clenched, Burrell looked at her watch.

"We"ll continue this conversation later," she said.

"Yes, ma"am."

I got out of her car and watched Burrell pull away. I knew what was bothering her. Because I"d agreed to work with the police, she"d wrongly a.s.sumed that I"d play by their rules. But I played by my own rules these days. Sometimes it got me in hot water, but I slept better at night. It was a trade-off I could live with.

I entered Louie"s thinking about the manager at the Smart Buy. There was a chance he knew something, only Burrell hadn"t sent anyone to speak to him, wanting to first find out if I"d hara.s.sed the guy. It was typical of how the police thought, and it gave me an idea.

I went to my office, and threw on the change of clothes I kept there for emergencies. Then I walked down the hall and knocked on k.u.mar"s door. He told me to come in, and I found him sitting at his desk, working on the books.

"Jack, Jack, how are you? I hope things are going well," k.u.mar said.

"I had a little problem this morning," I replied.

k.u.mar raised his eyebrows in concern. "A problem?"

"A guy smashed up my car. It looks like I"m going to be without wheels for a couple of days."

"Would you like to borrow the company pickup truck?"

Everyone in the world needed a guardian angel. Mine was k.u.mar. He pulled a key ring from the center drawer in his desk and tossed it to me.

"Keep the truck for as long as you want," he said.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE.

The cashiers inside the Smart Buy were looking at baby pictures when I walked in. The store was quiet, and I went to the help desk, and asked the young woman on duty for the manager. She made a call, then cupped her hand over the phone"s mouthpiece. "He"s kinda busy. Who are you again?"

"My name"s Jack Carpenter," I said. "I"m working with the police. I"m responding to the manager"s complaint."

The young woman relayed the message, then pointed to the rear of the store. "Mr. Vorbe"s office is back there. Go to the meat section, and he"ll come out and get you. By the way, no dogs are allowed in the store."

"He"s K-9," I said.

I walked down an empty aisle to the meat section. The store"s interior was another step back in time: narrow aisles, a limited selection, and tinny Muzak playing over the sound system. I was no financial genius, but I couldn"t see the place making money.

Vorbe appeared through a swinging door. He was from one of the Caribbean islands, medium height and stocky, with a mouth filled with glittering gold teeth. He carried a scuffed metal cane and walked with a limp. He led me to his office.

Jean-Baptiste Vorbe"s office was adjacent to the meat locker, and brutally cold. I saw Vorbe grimace as he dropped into his chair. I made Buster lie down and leaned against the wall.

"You must work undercover," Vorbe said in a beautiful lilting voice. "Your dog is a wonderful touch."

"Thanks," I said. "Did you hurt yourself?"

"Twenty years ago, I fled the revolution in my native Haiti in a boat made of bamboo and rubber tires. My limp is a souvenir from that trip."

Haiti had been the most beautiful island in the Caribbean until a group of brutal politicians had ruined the country. In south Florida there were thousands of refugees like Vorbe who"d risked their lives in order to escape.

"How long have you worked here?" I asked.

"Almost fifteen years," Vorbe said. "I got my citizenship, then took a job here. I was the night manager back in ninety-six when the young woman"s body was discovered in our Dumpster. I"m sure you heard of the situation."

I did a double take. "Are you the same store manager who saw Abb Grimes on the surveillance tape and called the police?"

"Yes. I guess you could say I set the wheels in motion," Vorbe said.

The store hadn"t changed, and neither had its manager. I rarely found myself at a loss for words, but this was one of those times. I took out my trusty pack of gum and offered Vorbe a stick. We chewed in silence.

"It is said in my country that silence speaks volumes," Vorbe said. "Did what I just said bother you, Mr. Carpenter?"

Vorbe had a natural twinkle in his eye that I would have liked to have bottled and sold. I put my gum in its paper and tossed it into the trash. "I"m surprised you"re still here. Most people would have moved on."

"I did move on. The store was shut down in ninety-seven, and the employees who wished to remain with the company were relocated. I went and managed another Smart Buy in Pensacola for five years, then came back."

"But you said this store was shut down."

"That is correct. The parent company attempted to sell the location to one of those big box stores, only the property was not large enough. Then they attempted to sell to a builder of strip centers, with the same results. The location remained vacant for five years. Then the parent company decided to open it back up."

"Why?"

Vorbe"s eyes flashed and he smiled. "What other reason does a large company open a store? Profits!"

"Does this store make money? It seems rather small."

"Its size is deceiving. The neighborhood has many shut-ins and elderly people. We home-deliver to two hundred and fifty customers each week."

The phone on his desk lit up, and Vorbe took the call. It occurred to me that a real policeman might be calling soon, and that I needed to move things along. Vorbe hung up, and I said, "I was following up on the call you made to the police. What seems to be the problem?"

Vorbe steepled his hands in front of his face. "I have a rather delicate situation. Are you aware that LeAnn Grimes still lives in the neighborhood?"

I nodded.

"LeAnn is one of our delivery customers. I have known her a long time. I sometimes deliver her groceries and check up on her. She is a good woman."

Vorbe was beating around the bush. I pushed myself away from the wall. Buster lifted his head off the floor.

"Are you having a problem with her?" I asked.

"No, with her son, Jed."

"What happened?"

"Jed is a troubled young man. For several years he"s been coming here on a regular basis, and hanging around the Dumpsters. None of the employees wanted to confront him. Finally, I could not tolerate it anymore, and I asked him to stay away."

"Did he?"

"For a while. Then this morning, an employee saw someone who looked like Jed sitting by the Dumpsters in a black sports car. I went outside to speak with him, but he sped away before I had the chance."

"Did you actually see him?"

"Just the back of his head."

"Was it him or not?"

Vorbe hesitated. "I thought thought it was him." it was him."

"What time was this?" I asked.

"Nine-fifteen, thereabouts."

"Was there someone in the car with him?"

"No, he was alone. I have known Jed since he was a little boy, and I don"t want to cause problems. But he must stop coming here. He"s scaring my employees. That is why I called the police station."

I saw something that I hadn"t seen before, which was that Vorbe was scared. He knew something was wrong, even if he didn"t know what it was. I probably should have called the police at that point, but I didn"t. I wanted to first see for myself.

I clicked my fingers and Buster rose from the floor.

"Show me where Jed was," I said.

Vorbe escorted me through the back of the grocery. We stopped at a large sliding metal door, and he pressed a red b.u.t.ton on the wall. The door automatically lifted, and blinding sunlight flooded over us. I followed him onto a loading dock. The Dumpsters were directly across from us. They were big and smelly and surrounded by buzzing flies.

We took a flight of stairs to ground level, and Buster immediately began to circle the Dumpsters. He"d locked onto a scent, and I saw him paw at a pancake-sized stain on the ground. Kneeling, I touched the stain with the tip of my finger. It was sticky and red. When blood is exposed to air it takes on the consistency of the gook on my finger. Vorbe stood behind me, breathing heavily.

"I need something to stand on," I said.

Vorbe got a milk crate from the side of the loading dock, and brought it to me. I stood on it, and used both hands to raise the Dumpster"s lid. The smell that greeted me was a toxic blend of rotten fish and produce. Taking a deep breath, I looked inside. The interior was filled with black garbage bags. By law, garbage had to be put in plastic bags in order to be collected. I sifted through the bags while breathing through my mouth.

A bag in front caught my eye. It was covered with dirt, and made me think that it had been laid on the ground. I grabbed the corners, and pulled it out. My eyes fell on the bag directly beneath it. Something sharp was sticking through the plastic. I gingerly touched it. It was a woman"s nose, small and perfectly shaped.

s.h.i.t.

I smoothed the plastic with both hands and gently pushed down. A woman"s face appeared, her mouth frozen in a silent, never-ending scream. I stared at the face for what felt like an eternity, then tore the plastic away with my fingers.

Piper Stone stared up at me, her lifeless eyes wide open. Her skin was cold to the touch, and she wore a necklace of ugly purple bruises. Her killer had broken her neck, then folded her up like a bundle of sticks, and tossed her away. Tears burned my eyes. I had only met Stone for an hour, but she had impressed me as one of the good guys. It made her death that much more painful, and I hopped off the milk crate.

"What did you find?" Vorbe asked.

"A body," I said.

Vorbe grabbed the milk crate I"d been standing on, and turned it into a seat. Falling onto it, he emitted an unearthly moan.

"I cannot believe this is happening again!" he declared.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX.

I stepped into the building"s shade and called the mayor"s office on my cell phone. A secretary answered in a hushed voice. In the background, I could hear the mayor yelling at the top of his lungs. stepped into the building"s shade and called the mayor"s office on my cell phone. A secretary answered in a hushed voice. In the background, I could hear the mayor yelling at the top of his lungs.

"I need to speak with Detective Burrell," I said.

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