Saturday Night Silliness -- Random Musings of a Writer Lady and Her Cat.

  I grabbed my bag from the foyer and looked at the apartment’s floor plan. I located where the storage area should be then high tailed it to the master bedroom. Checking the linen closet off the master bath first and finding nothing, I opened Pin Up Man’s walk-in closet. I moved all the clothing away from the back wall that I could and got to work. Or expected to get to work. I didn’t need the screw driver or the lighter. The flashlight app on my phone revealed something out of place along the back wall. A door that was still slightly ajar. “That’s how he got in here.” I muttered as I stepped into an empty room. I found a light switch next to a door on the far side of the space that would not open but nothing else. Not a single valuable. Then I saw the staircase leading up. “Time to find out why Dante left.” I reached the top of the curving staircase only to find the door at the other end wide open. This guy wasn’t one for covering his tracks. Not today at least.

I stood in the bathroom a few more minutes to contemplate where I might get my much needed information. I texted Pin Up Man’s address to Monique on the off chance she was copying the Vitale file and might drop it off. I could just call the cops and leave the whole mess with them. I thought about Dante Vitale’s body in Pin Up Man’s hall. If I call the cops without the name of the real killer Pin Up Man was as good as in custody and hours away from his own untimely demise once word hit the street of the mafia don’s passing which would be a waste. The man is awfully pretty. By the time I left the bathroom and walked through my client’s office he was waiting for me at the door. “Checking to be sure I hadn’t trashed the place?” I asked. He paused before responding with a “Should I?” I watched as Pin Up Man perused the room looking for evidence I had been snooping, hoping I didn’t know what he was doing. “I came to tell you the coffee is ready.” I followed