"What's he doing?" Mary Lou asked. "What's he doing?" "Getting a spoon. I was was right-he went out to buy ice cream." The light blinked out, and Morelli disappeared. Mary Lou and I scuttled across Morelli's backyard and squinted into his window. "Do you see him?" Mary Lou asked. "No. He's disappeared." "I didn't hear the front door open." "No, and he's got the television on. He's just out of sight somewhere." Mary Lou crept closer. "Too bad he's got the shades pulled on his front windows." "I'll try to be more considerate next time," Morelli said, standing inches behind us. Mary Lou and I yelped and instinctively sprang away, but Morelli had both of us by the back of our jackets."