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These gang guys are crazy,' Lula said. 'It's like they're alien invaders, or something. Like they don't know how to live on planet
Earth. Hell, they're not even hot aliens. Not that it would matter, but if they were hot looking they'd at least be interesting, you see what I'm saying?'
I wasn't seeing what she was saying. I was taking slow, even breaths, and I was working at controlling my heart rate.
I dropped Lula off at the office, and I drove to Ranger's building. I could see someone in the lobby, talking to the guard at the desk. A car pulled out of the garage, and the gate slid back into place. Too much activity, I thought. Too early for me to sneak inside.
I parked halfway down the block, and I watched the people coining and going. I called Connie, gave her the Haywood Street address, and asked her to check on the building.
'That's Ranger's building,' Connie said.
'You know about it?'
The RangeMan offices are there. Ranger moved his business into that building about a year ago.'
`I didn't know.'
'Well, it's not like it's the Bat Cave,' Connie said. 'It's an office building.'
So what was with the top-floor apartment? It was filled with
Ranger's clothes. Clearly he lived there at least part-time. I was disappointed, and I was relieved. I was disappointed because I hadn't discovered some big secret place. And I was relieved because maybe I hadn't invaded Ranger's private space. The relief was unwarranted, of course. His clothes were there. His shower gel, his deodorant, his razor were there. It might not be the Bat
Cave, but it was Ranger's private space.
'Anything else?' Connie wanted to know.
'Nope,' I said. 'That was it. See you tomorrow.'
By seven o'clock the building looked just about empty. The fifth and sixth floors were lit, but the lobby door appeared locked, and garage traffic seemed to have stopped. I locked the Lincoln, walked the short distance to the garage, and let myself into
Rangers apartment.
I dropped my keys into the dish on the sideboard and went to the kitchen to say hello to Rex. I had a beer and a peanut butter sandwich, and I moved to the den to take another crack at the television. After ten minutes of pushing buttons on the remote I had the picture up but no sound. I went to school with a guy who owned an appliance store. I called him at the store, and he gave me a remote lesson. Hooray, now I could watch and hear television.
Home sweet home.
I'd set the alarm on the bedside clock, so I could get out earlier in the morning. It was Saturday, but I suspected the security industry didn't slow for weekends, and I didn't want to take a chance on getting kicked out of the one place I felt safe.
I borrowed a black hooded sweatshirt from Ranger's closet. The sweatshirt was miles big, but it was the best I could do by way of disguise. I pulled the hood up, rode the elevator down, and I reached the Lincoln without a problem. Connie wouldn't be in the office for a couple hours, so I crossed the river into Pennsylvania and headed for Yardley. Yardley was just a short distance from
Trenton, but it was light years from Slayerland. Junkman would not be patrolling Yardley looking for Stephanie Plum.
I parked in a public lot, locked my doors, and powered my seat back. It was 7:30 a.m., and Yardley was sleeping in.
I called Morelli at nine o'clock. 'What are you doing?' I asked.
'Bob and I are at the car wash. Then we're going to Petco to get some dog food. It's a pretty exciting morning.'
'I can hear that. Anything new going on?'
'Nothing you want to know about. I hope you're some place far away.'
'Far enough. Ill be on my cell phone if you have breaking news.
And don't forget, my mothers expecting us to show up for dinner tonight.'
'You're going to have to pay up, Cupcake. I don't do dinner without reimbursement.'
