No, not in front of her house. It would be just my luck to have a passing cop pick me up. The difference between a stalker and a detective on stakeout would be negligible. In either case I’d be screwed. I was in the parking lot of a Route 4 mall. There was no shade anywhere in the lot, the sun was beating on the roof. I started the car, turned on the air conditioner, let it blast right in my face. Wondered how long it would be before a cop tapped on my windshield and told me I couldn’t have the car idling. Jersey Girl had cheerfully admitted staying with Vinnie Carbone in the motel. Her explanation of why they’d had two rooms and then one was pretty thin. So was the reason for Vinnie keeping the room after they stopped using it. On the other hand, her assertion she and Tony Gallo weren’t having an affair also rang hollow. Was it conceivable Tony was making Vinnie rent a room for Tony to share with Vinnie’s girlfriend? That seemed unusually cruel. But then, maybe Tony Gallo was one of these sadistic sons of bitches who got off on dominating others, making them bend to his will.
