““Let go of the phone!” Morelli relinquished the phone but kept his foot in the doorway. “What?” I said to Kuntz. “I want a progress report.” “The report is that there's no progress.” “You'd tell me, right?” “Yeah, sure. And by the way, someone soaked my car with gasoline and firebombed my apartment. You wouldn't happen to know who that someone was, would you?” “Jeez. No. You think it was Maxine?” “Why would Maxine firebomb my apartment?” “I don't know. Becaus...e you're working for me?” Morelli reached in and took the phone. “Later,” he said to Kuntz. Then he disconnected and tossed the phone in the sink. “This isn't a good idea,” I said. But I was thinking, Why not? My legs were shaved.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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