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day-to-day business. Rumor has it the old man is sick. He's always been volatile, but a source tells me his behavior is increasingly erratic, and the family has hired baby-sitters to make sure he doesn't just wander away, never to be seen again. "
    "Alzheimer's?"
    Morelli shrugged. "Don't know. "
    I glanced down and realized my knee was scraped and bleeding.
    "You could become an accessory to something ugly by helping Ranger, " Morelli said.
    "Who, me?"
    "Did you tell him to get in touch with me?"
    "I didn't get a chance. Besides, if you're leaving messages on his pager, he's getting them. He just doesn't want to answer. "Morelli pulled me flat against him. "You smell like a pine forest. "
    "Must be the sap. "
    He put his hands to my waist and kissed me at the base of my neck. "Very sexy. "
    Morelli thought everything was sexy.
    "Why don't you come back to the house with me?" he said. "I'll kiss your skinned knee and make it all better. "
    Tempting. "What about Grandma?"
    "She'll never notice. She's probably sound asleep. "
    A second-story window opened in the apartment building. My window. And Grandma stuck her head out. "Is that you, Stephanie? And who's that with you? Is that Joe Morelli?"

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    "What are you standing out there for?" Grandma wanted to know. "Why don't you come in and have some dessert? We stopped at the supermarket on the way home from the viewing, and I bought a layer cake. "
    "Thanks, " Joe said, "but I have to be getting home. I have an early shift tomorrow. "
    "Wow, " I said, "passing up layer cake!"
    "I'm not hungry for cake. "
    My pelvic muscles contracted.
    "Well, I'm cutting a piece for myself, " Grandma said. "I'm starved. Viewings always make me hungry. " The window closed, and Grandma disappeared.
    "You're not coming home with me, are you?" Morelli said.
    "Do you have cake?"
    "I've got something better. "
    This was true. I knew it for a fact.
    The window opened again, and Grandma stuck her head out. "Stephanie, you've got a phone call. Do you want me to tell him to call back later?"
    Morelli raised his eyebrows. "Him?"
    Both of us thinking, Ranger.
    "Who is it?" I asked.
    "Some guy named Brian. "
    "Must be Brian Simon, " I said to Morelli. "I had to whine at him to get a deal for Carol Zabo. "
    "This is about Carol Zabo?"
    "God, I hope so. " That, or Brian Simon was calling in his marker. "I'll be right there, " I yelled to Grandma. "Get his number, and tell him I'll call him back. "
    "You're breaking my heart, " Morelli said.

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    "In a couple days I'll be gnawing my arm off. "
    "That's pretty serious. "
    "Don't ever doubt it, " Morelli said. He kissed me, and I didn't doubt anything. He had his hand under my shirt, and his tongue deep in my mouth . . . And I heard someone give a wolf whistle.
    Mrs. Fine and Mr. Morgenstern were hanging out their windows, whistling, drawn to the shouting between Grandma and me. They both started clapping and making hooting sounds.
    Mrs. Benson opened her window. "What's going on?" she wanted to know.
    "Sex in the parking lot, " Mr. Morgenstern said.
    Morelli looked at me speculatively. "It's possible. "
    I turned and ran for the door and sprinted up the stairs. I cut myself a piece of cake, and then I called Simon.
    "What's up?" I said.
    "I need a favor. "
    "I don't do phone sex, " I said.
    "It's not phone sex. Cripes, what made you think that?"
    "I don't know. It just popped out. "
    "It's about my dog. I have to go out of town for a couple days, and I don't have anybody to take care of my dog. So since you owe me a favor . . . "
    "I live in an apartment! I can't have a dog. "
    "It's only for a couple days. And he's a real good dog. "
    "What about a kennel?"
    "He hates kennels. He won't eat. He gets all depressed. "
    "What kind of dog is it?"

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    Damn. "It's only for a couple days?"
    "I'll drop him off tomorrow first thing in the morning and pick him up on Sunday. "
    "I don't know. This isn't a good time. My