Bubba was telling her about his vanity plate, recalling his trip to the DMV on Johnston Willis Drive, between Whitten Brothers Jeep and Dick Straus Ford, where he had waited in line at customer service for fifty-seven minutes only to learn that BUBBA was taken, as were BUBA, BUBBBA, BUUBBBA, BUBEH, BUBBEH, BUBBBEH, BG-BUBA, BHUBBA and BHUBA. Bubba had been crushed and exhausted. He could think of nothing else that didn’t exceed seven letters. Despondent and emotionally drained, he had accepted that the vanity plate was not meant to be.
‘Then,’ he seemed momentarily energized by the tireless account, ‘the lady at the counter said Bubah would work, and I asked if I could hyphenate it and she didn’t care because a hyphen doesn’t count as a letter and that was good because I thought it would be easier to pronounce Bubah with a hyphen.’
Hammer believed that Bubba had an accomplice named Smudge, and a graphic and believable scenario was materializing in her mind even as Bubba droned on and reporters continued to keep their distance. Bubba and Smudge somehow knew that Ruby Sink and Loraine were headed to the First Union money stop near the Kmart.
Possibly the men had been lying in wait for the wealthy
Miss Sink, headlights and engines off, and when she left her residence, Smudge and Bubba tailed her, weaving in and out of traffic, keeping tabs on each other over cell phones and CBs.
It was at this point that Hammer’s re-creation of the crime became less well defined. Frankly, she couldn’t figure out what might have happened next and was not the sort to make things up. Yet she simply could not, would not walk away with no accountability and tell her troops the murder was their problem.
Somehow, Hammer had to get Bubba to answer the question of Smudge without Bubba thinking she had asked.
CHAPTER thirty
governor Mike Feuer had been on the car phone for the past fifteen minutes, and this was fortunate for Jed, who had made five wrong turns and sped through an alleyway, losing both unmarked Caprices, before finding Cherry Street and driving past Hollywood Cemetery and ending up at Oregon Hill Park, where he had turned around and gone the wrong way on Spring Street, ending up on Pine Street at Mamma’Zu, reputed to be the best Italian restaurant this side of Washington, D.C.
‘Jed?’ The governor’s voice sounded over the intercom. ‘Isn’t that Mamma’Zu?’
‘I believe so, sir.’
‘I thought you said it closed down.’
‘No, sir. I think I said it was closed when you wanted to take your wife there for her birthday,’ Jed fibbed, for it was his modus operandi to say a business had closed or moved or gone under if the governor wanted to go there and Jed did not know how to find it.
‘Well, make a note of it,’ the governor’s voice came back. ‘Ginny will be thrilled.’
‘Will do, sir.’
Ginny was the first lady, and Jed was scared of her. She knew Richmond streets far better than Jed was comfortable with, and he feared her reaction if she learned that Mamma’Zu had not closed or moved or changed its name. Ginny Feuer was a Yale graduate. She was fluent in eight languages, although Jed wasn’t certain if that included English or was in addition to English.
The first lady had quizzed Jed repeatedly about his creative, time-killing routes. She was on to him and could get him reassigned, demoted, kicked off the EPU or even fired from the state police with a gesture, a word, a question in pretty much any language.
‘Jed, shouldn’t we be there by now?’ the governor’s voice sounded again.
Jed eyed his boss in the rearview mirror. Governor Feuer was looking out the windows. He was looking at his watch.
‘In about two minutes, sir,’ Jed replied as his chest got tight.
He picked up speed, following Pine the wrong way. He took a hard right on Oregon Hill Parkway which ran him into Cherry Street where the ivy-draped cemetery fence on the left embraced and welcomed him like the Statue of Liberty.
Jed followed the fence, passing the hole in it and the Victory Rug Cleaning sign. He drove through the cemetery’s massive wrought-iron front gates that Lelia Ehrhart had made sure would be unlocked for them. He passed the caretaker’s house and business office, following Hollywood Avenue. Jed would have rolled up on the statue in a matter of moments had he not turned onto Confederate Avenue instead of Eastvale.