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Morelli watched Ranger get into his Porsche and take off. 'Half the time I'm happy to have him watching over you. And half the time it scares the hell out of me. He's always in black, the address on his driver's license is a vacant lot, and he never says anything.'
'Maybe he has a dark history... like Batman. A tortured soul.'
Tortured soul? Ranger? Cupcake, the guy's a mercenary.'
Morelli playfully twirled a strand of my hair around his finger.
'You've been watching Dr Phil again, right? Oprah? Geraldo? Crossing Over with John Edward?'
'Crossing Over with John Edward. And Ranger's not a mercenary. At least not officially in Trenton. He's a bounty hunter
... like me.'
'Yeah, and I really hate that you're a bounty hunter.'
Okay. I know I have a crappy job. The money isn't all that great and sometimes people shoot at me. Still, someone's got to make sure the accused show up in court. `I do a service for the community,' I told Morelli. 'If it wasn't for people like me the police would have to track these guys. The taxpayer would have to foot the bill for a larger police force.'
`I'm not disputing the job. I just don't want you doing it.'
There was a loud phooonf sound from the underside of my car, flames shot out, and a steaming tire popped off and rolled across the lot.
'This is the fourteenth Red Devil robbery,' Morelli said. The routine is always the same. Rob the store at gunpoint. Get away on a bike. Cover your getaway with a bottle bomb. No one's ever seen enough to ID him.'
'Until now,' I said. 'I saw the guy's face. I didn't recognize him, but I think I could pick him out of a lineup.'
An hour later, Morelli dropped me off at the bond office. He snagged me by the back of my shirt as I was leaving his unmarked seen-better-days Crown Vic cop car. `You're going to be careful, right?'
'Right.'
'And you're not going to let Lula do any more shooting.'
I did a mental sigh. He was asking the impossible. 'Sometimes it's hard to control Lula.'
Then get a different partner.'
'Ranger?'
'Very funny,' Morelli said.
He French-kissed me goodbye, and I thought probably I could control Lula. When Morelli kissed me, I thought anything was possible. Morelli was a terrific kisser.
His pager buzzed and he pulled away to check the readout. `I have to go,' he said, shoving me out the door.
I leaned in the window at him. 'Remember, we promised my mom we'd come for dinner tonight.'
'No way. You promised. I didn't promise. I had dinner at your parents' house three days ago and once a week is my limit. Valerie and the kids will be there, right? And Kloughn? I'm getting heartburn just thinking about it. Anybody who eats with that crew should get combat pay.'
He was right. I had no comeback. A little over a year ago my sister's husband took off for parts unknown with the baby-sitter.
Valerie immediately moved back home with her two kids and took a job with a struggling lawyer, Albert Kloughn. Somehow, Kloughn managed to get Val pregnant and in nine months' time my parents' small three-bedroom, one-bathroom house in the Chambersburg section of Trenton was home to my mom, my dad, Grandma
Mazur, Valerie, Albert Kloughn, Val's two little girls and newborn baby.
As a short-term fix to my sister's housing dilemma I volunteered the use of my apartment. I was spending most of my nights with
Morelli anyway, so it wasn't a total sacri
fice on my part. It's now three months down the road and Valerie is still in my apartment, returning to my parents' house every night for dinner. Once in a while something fun happens at dinner... like Grandma setting the tablecloth on fire or Kloughn choking on a chicken bone. But usually it's just flat-out migraine-inducing bedlam.
