"You're lucky I didn't sue you."

"You're lucky I didn't put the car into reverse and back over you three or four times."

Morelli rolled his eyes and threw his hands into the air. "I gotta go. I'd love to stand around and try to understand female logic . . ."

"Female logic? Excuse me?"

Morelli turned from the door, shrugged into a lightweight sports coat, and grabbed the black nylon duffel from the floor. "I've got to get out of here."

"Where are you going?"

He nudged me aside, shoved an ugly black gun under the waistband of his Levis, locked his door, and pocketed the key. "None of your business."

"Listen." I said, following him down the stairs. "I may be new at this apprehension stuff, but I'm not stupid, and I'm not a quitter. I told Vinnie I'd bring you in and that's exactly what I intend to do. You can run if you want, but I'll track you down and find you, and I'll do whatever is necessary to apprehend you."

What a load of bull! I couldn't believe I was saying it. I'd been lucky to find him this first time, and the only way I was ever going to apprehend him was if I stumbled upon him already bound, gagged, and knocked unconscious. Even then, I wasn't sure how far I could drag him.

He left through a back entrance and headed for a latemodel car parked close to the building. "Don't bother tracing the plate," he said. "The car is borrowed. I'll have a different one an hour from now. And, don't waste your energy following me. I'll lose you. I guarantee it."

He dumped the duffel onto the front seat, started to get into the car, and stopped. He turned and straightened, hooked an elbow over the door frame, and for the first time since I'd popped up on his doorstep he took a few moments to actually look at me. The first rush of angry emotion was gone, and in its place was quiet assessment. This was the cop, I thought. The Morelli I didn't know. The grownup Morelli, if such an animal existed. Or maybe it was just the old Morelli, looking for a new angle.

"I like the way you've let your hair go curly," he finally said. "Suits your personality. Lots of energy, not much control, sexy as hell."

"You know nothing about my personality."

"I know about the sexy as hell part."

I felt my face burn. "Tactless of you to remind me."

Morelli grinned. "You're right. And, you could be right about the Buick business, too. I probably deserved to get run over."

"Was that an apology?"

"No. But you can hold the flashlight next time we play train."

* * * * *

IT WAS ALMOST ONE when I returned to Vinnie's office. I slouched in a chair by Connie's desk and tipped my head back to get maximum benefit from the air-conditioning.

"You been out jogging?" Connie asked. "I haven't seen that much sweat since Nixon."