night?â Connie asked. âThe worst. Dogs barking and cats howling. Then there was people yelling at the dogs and cats to shut up. Then there were sirens and flashy lights in my window. Not that any of this is unusual in my neighborhood. Iâve grown skills that help me to ignore these distractions. Itâs that none of my skills helped last night. I finally gave up trying to sleep somewhere around five in the morning. I got dressed and went out to see what the fuss was about. I thought maybe I would take a jog around the block. Iâve been planning on taking up exercise.â Lula crammed a donut into her mouth and selected a second. âHealthy body, healthy mind. Thatâs what Iâm all about. Whopicked these donuts out? Thereâs only two of them Boston Kreme. I mean, Iâm in a donut emergency. I need at least four Boston Kremes. And I need coffee.â âLooks like you already had coffee,â Connie said. Lula looked down at herself. âThis isnât my coffee. I was out in front of my house, and I was thinking about going for a walk or a run or something, and I bumped into a cop. The place was crawling with them. This is his coffee.â âWhat was the problem?â I asked. âWhy were the police there?â âI donât know,â Lula said. âAfter I got the coffee spilled on me I went back inside and fell asleep on the couch. I woke up a couple hours later and there were still dogs barking and cop cars with their stupid radios squawking, so I came here to get some quiet.â She ate two more donuts and went to the coffee machine at the back of the room. âI should move out of that neighborhood, but I like my apartment. Itâs got a big closet.â She returned with coffee and ate another donut. âI just got off the phone with Maureen Segal,â Connie said to Lula. âShe was on police dispatch last night. She said your next-door neighbor let his dog out to do his business around midnight, and the dog found a body in the bushes.â âNothing new about that,â Lula said. âYes, but the body didnât have a head.â I suppose this explained why I hadnât heard back from Morelli. Lulaâs eyes opened wide. âGet the heck out! I should have known. Itâs the zombies. Thatâs why I couldnât sleep. I got ESPfor zombies. I got zombie radar. I thought I smelled something too. It was like carnations and outhouse.â She looked into the donut box. âWhat do you think this is with the pink icing? Strawberry? Cherry? Anybody mind if I eat it?â Connie and I shook our heads. We didnât mind. After the carnation and outhouse sensory message the pink donut wasnât doing it for me. âI need to roll,â I said to Lula and Connie. âI have a plan.â It wasnât a good plan, but it was the best I could come up with, and it would look like I was working. âWhatâs your plan?â Lula asked. âI might need to join you.â âIâm going to check on Ethel, then Iâm going to cruise around Slickâs burned-out building and maybe pay another visit to his parents. Then Iâm going to have lunch with Grandma to see if sheâs got any more information on Johnny Chucci.â âI like that plan,â Lula said. âI especially like the lunch part.â We went to my car, and Lula looked in the back seat. âDo you have food for Ethel?â Lula asked. âI donât see no food.â I ran back into the office and returned with the donut box. I handed it to Lula and got behind the wheel. âI might need to eat one more of these before we give them to Ethel,â Lula said. By the time we got to Ethel there were only two donuts left in the box. I unlocked the door to the double-wide and looked in. Ethel was curled on the dinette table. I said hello and told her hopefully Diggery would be home soon. I left