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“Sorry about the car.”
“It was just a matter of time, babe. I'll write it off as entertainment.” He glanced at the readout on his pager. “I have to go. Make sure you engage the floor bolt when I leave.”
I kicked the bolt into place, and I paced around in my kitchen. Pacing is supposed to be calming, but the more I paced, the more annoyed I became. I needed a car for tomorrow, and I wasn't going to take another car from Ranger. I didn't like being entertainment. Not automotive entertainment. Not sexual entertainment.
Ah hah! a voice inside me said. Now we're getting somewhere. This pacing you're doing isn't about the car. This is about the sex. You're all bummed out because you got boinked by a man who wanted nothing more than physical sex. Do you know what you are? the voice asked. You're a hypocrite.
So? I said to the voice. And? What's your point?
I thrashed through my cupboards and refrigerator looking for a T
astykake. I knew there were none left, but I looked anyway. Another exercise in futility. My specialty.
Okay. Fine. I'll go out and buy some. I grabbed the keypad Ranger left for me, and I stomped out of the apartment. I slammed the door shut, punched in the code, and realized I was standing out there with nothing but a keypad. No car keys. Unnecessary, of course, because I didn't have a car. Also, I was without money and credit cards. Large sigh. I needed to go back inside and rethink this.
I punched in the code and tried the door. The door wouldn't open. I put the code in again. Nothing. I didn't have a key. All I had was the damn stupid keypad. No reason to panic. I had to be doing something wrong. I went through it again. It wasn't that complicated. Punch in the numbers and the door unlocks. Maybe I was remembering the numbers wrong. I tried a couple other combinations. No luck.
Piece of shit technology. I hate technology. Technology sucks.
Okay, take it easy, I told myself. You don't want a repeat performance of the car window shoot-out. You don't want to go gonzo over a silly keypad. I took a couple deep breaths, and I fed the numbers into the keypad one more time. I grabbed the doorknob and pulled and twisted, but the door wouldn't open.
“Goddamn!” I threw the keypad down on the floor and jumped up and down. “Damn, damn, damn!” I kicked the keypad all the way to the far end of the hall. I ran down the hall, unholstered my gun, and shot the keypad. BAM! The keypad jumped, and I shot it again.
An Asian woman opened the door across the hall. She looked out at me, gave a gasp, pulled back inside, and closed and locked her door.
“Sorry,” I called out to her, through the door. “I got carried away.”
I retrieved the mangled keypad and skulked back to my half of the hall.
My next door neighbor, Mrs. Karwatt, was in her doorway. “Are you having a problem, dear?” she asked.
“I'm locked out of my apartment.” Fortunately, Mrs. Karwatt kept a key.
Mrs. Karwatt gave me the spare key, I inserted it in the lock, and the door wouldn't open. I followed Mrs. Karwatt into her house, and I used her phone to call Ranger.
“The frigging door won't open,” I said.
“I'll send Hector.”
“No! I can't understand Hector. I can't talk to him.” And he scares the bejeezus out of me.
Twenty minutes later, I was sitting in the hall with my back to the wall, and Ranger and Hector showed up.
“What's wrong?” Ranger asked.
“The door won't open.”
“Probably just a programming glitch. Do you have the keypad?”
I dropped the keypad into his hand.
Ranger and Hector looked down at the keypad. They looked up at each other, exchanged raised eyebrows, and smiled.
“I think I see the problem,” Ranger said. “Someone's shot the shit out of this keypad.” He turned it over in his hand. “At least you were able to hit it. Nice to know the target practice paid off.”
“I'm good at close range.”
It took Hector twenty seconds to open my door and ten minutes to remove the sensors.
