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Connie filed the last of her folders. 'I don't think he'll plea-bargain.
I don't think he'll talk at all. If he gives up any Slayers, he's as good as dead.'
There was a burst of rapid-fire gunshots from the back of the building, and we all instinctively went to the floor. The shooting stopped, but we stayed down.
'Tell me I'm hallucinating,' Lula said. 'I don't want to believe this.'
After a couple minutes we got to our feet and tiptoed to the back door. We put our ears to the door and listened.
Perfectly quiet.
Connie cracked the door and peeked out. 'Okay,' she said. 'It makes sense now.'
Lula and I peeked out, too.
The Lincoln was totally spray painted with gang graffiti and riddled with bullet holes. The tires were shot out, and the windows were shattered.
'Hunh,' Lula said. 'Guess you're going to need alternative transportation.'
What I needed was a new life. I felt myself gnawing on my lip again and immediately forced myself to stop.
'You're kind of white,' Connie said to me. 'Are you okay?'
'They found me. I was driving a new car, and I parked in the back, and they figured it out.'
'Probably watching the office,' Lula said.
`I'm trying real hard not to freak,' I told them.
'Play the role,' Lula said. 'That's what we do. We pick a role and we play it. What role you want to play?'
'I want to be smart, and I want to be brave.'
'Go for it,' Lula said.
Connie closed and locked the door. She went to the ammo storage area, rummaged through boxes, and came up with a Kevlar vest.
Try this on for size,' she said to me.
I slipped it on, flattened the Velcro closures, and covered the vest with the hooded sweatshirt.
Lula and Connie stood back and looked at me. I was wearing
Ranger's black hat, black T-shirt, black sweatshirt.
'It's the damnedest thing,' Lula said. 'Now you just don't smell like Ranger, you're even starting to look like him.'
'Yeah,' Connie said. 'How come you still smell like Ranger?'
'It's this new shower gel I bought. It smells like Ranger.' Can I fib, or what?
'I'm gonna go buy a gallon,' Lula said. 'What's it called?'
'Bulgari.'
I was back to using Ranger's truck. I was parked two blocks from his building, waiting for the sun to set and the building to clear out.
Another couple minutes and I thought it would be safe for me to make a move. I'd been waiting for over two hours. That was okay.
