Gillis pointed to the baldheaded black guy behind the buffet line. He said, “He’s the killer.”
“Who, Do Re? Impossible. He likes you. He doesn’t hold any grudges about you sending him up,” said Pickle.
“That’s not Do Re,” said Gillis.
“That’s not Do Re? You sure?” Pickle tried squinting hoping he’d have a better view. He stopped squinting and leaned toward Gillis. He spoke softly, “It’s not politically correct, but I have a hard time telling blacks apart, they all look alike to me.”
“Not to worry, Dill. They don’t allow politically correct police inside the Golden Wok. Do Re told me he has the same problem with white people. As for me, I don’t have a problem telling people apart. I was born with the gift of an inner eye. See the guy in the corner running the craps game? That’s Do Re,” said Gillis pointing to a baldheaded black man reaching for the dice.
“Do Re? What’s he doing over there?” asked Pickle.
“That’s not Do Re. I was testing you. He looks like Do Re, but he’s not Do Re,” said Gillis.
“I can’t tell them apart,” said Pickle.
“It’s a common mistake. There’s only two people in the world who can tell Do Re, Leon, and Buttercup apart. Their mother and me. They are identical triplets. The guy behind the buffet is Buttercup. Buttercup is our killer. The guy running the craps game is Leon. Do Re is our waiter,” said Gillis.
“Follow me,” said Gillis picking up both boxes of pizza and carrying them over to the large aquarium. Five large carp swam contentedly around a large plastic coral reef. Gillis opened the pizza boxes and dumped the pizza into the aquarium. Gillis and Pickle watched the pizza sink to the bottom as it were loaded with lead. The five carp attacked the pizza in a feeding frenzy, creating a cloud of swirling water sending pizza pieces and crumbs ricocheting off the aquarium walls.
Pickle taped Gillis on the shoulder and said, “The carp look like they’re playing jai alai. What’d you do that for Gills? The pizza smelled great. I’m starving.”
“Take a look now, Dill. One bite of the pizza and you’d end up like the carp in the aquarium. They put arsenic in the sauce. Sure, it will enhance the flavor, but the after effects are terrible. Take a look,” Gillis pointed to eight huge orange and white Asian carp floating sideways on the surface of the aquarium.
“Do Re tried to kill us, Gills. What’d we ever do to him? I was going to ask him if he had a sister I could date,” said Pickle.
“Do Re, Leon, and Buttercup are all guilty. It wasn’t Do Re who waited on us. I pretended he was Do Re and went along with the ruse,” said Gillis.
“I’m totally confused. You just said Do Re was our waiter, Buttercup’s behind the buffet, and Leon’s running the craps game.”
“That’s what I said. I said it loud enough so Leon could hear me,” said Gillis.
“Who’s behind the buffet?”
“I thought Leon was running the craps game.”
“That’s Do Re.”
“But, Do Re waited on us?
“That was Leon, the first time. But Do Re brought the pizzas to our table.
“Who killed the monkeys?” begged Pickle. “Do you mind if I get some barbecue off the buffet? The smell is driving me crazy.”
“Be my guest. I’ll warn you, you’ll be eating monkey entrails.”
“Let me put this another way to you, Gills. Are you saying I will be eating Tells’ guts?”
“The good news is that they’re grilled and covered with barbecue sauce.”
“What’s the bad news?”
“There isn’t any. Anything smothered in barbecue sauce tastes great. Ignore the barbecue. It’s go time.”
“Do Re, Buttercup, and Leon all went into the kitchen,” said Gillis.
“I like teamwork, Gills. They’re all helping Leon on the buffet,” said Pickle.
“Leon’s not working the buffet. I only said that because the senior with the beehive hairdo behind us turned up her hearing aid so she could hear every word I’m saying,” said Gillis.
“Slow down, Gills. Who was behind the buffet? Was it Leon, Do Re, or Buttercup?” asked a confused Pickle.
“None of the above,” said Gillis.
“None of the above? I don’t get it,” said Pickle wiping the beads of sweat off his brow.
“The final piece to the puzzle fell into place, Dill. Play along with me for a moment and you’ll understand.”
“I’m game,” said Pickle.