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“Wow.”
“Yeah,” Ranger said. “Someone on the inside is beating my system.”
“Why are you telling this to me?”
“I need you to come in and snoop around without raising suspicion. I can’t trust anyone already inside.”
“Even Tank?”
“Even Tank.”
Tank is exactly what his name would imply. He’s big and solid inside and out. He’s second in command at Rangeman, and he’s the guy who watches Ranger’s back.
“You’ve worked for me before doing computer searches, and that’s where I’d like to put you again. Ramon has been doing the searches, but he’d like to get out of the cubby and back on the street. You’d be working on the fifth floor in the control room, but you’d have total access within the building. Every man in my organization knows you and understands that you’re my personal property, so they’re not going to talk freely when you’re around, but they’re also not going to think I hired you to snoop. They’ll assume I gave you the job to have you close to me.”
“Personal property?”
“Babe, you’re the only one who would question it.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I am not personal property. A car is personal property. A shirt is personal property. A human being is not personal property.”
“In my building, we share cars and shirts. We don’t share women. In my building, you’re my personal property. Deal with it.”
At a later time, when I was alone and had given it some thought, I’d probably find the flaw in that reasoning, but oddly enough it made sense at the moment.
“What about my cases at the bonds office?” I asked him.
“I’ll help you.”
This was a really good deal, because I was a crappy bounty hunter and Ranger was the best. Not to mention I’d be drawing salary from Rangeman. All I had to do was keep my hands off Ranger and everything would be peachy.
“Okay,” I said. “When do you want me to start?”
“Now. Do you have uniforms left from the last time you worked for me?”
“I have a couple T-shirts, and I have some black jeans.”
“Good enough. I’ll have Ella order some more.”
Ella and her husband, Louis, serve as live-in property managers for Rangeman. They keep the building clean and running efficiently, and they keep the men fed and clothed. They’re both in their early fifties, and Ella is dark-haired, and dark-eyed, and pretty in a no-nonsense kind of way.
“I assume you still have your key fob?” Ranger asked.
“Yep.”
The key fob got me into the high-security Rangeman building, and it also got me into Ranger’s private seventh-floor apartment. In the past, I’d used the apartment when I felt I was in danger. It wasn’t a move I made lightly, because I had to weigh the danger at hand against the danger of living with Ranger.
Ranger’s cell phone buzzed, and he looked at the screen. “I have to go,” he said. “Tank and Ramon are expecting you. Ramon will bring you up to speed and then you should be able to take over. You know the drill.” His eyes moved from my face to the towel and then back to my face. “Tempting,” he said. And he left.
TWO
I DRIED MY hair and put on makeup that stopped just short of slut. I dressed in black jeans and one of the black V-neck stretchy girl-type T-shirts I had left from my last stint at Rangeman. I topped the T-shirt with a black Rangeman hooded sweatshirt, grabbed my bag, and headed out.
I stopped at the bonds office on my way to Rangeman. Connie was alone when I walked in.
“Oh crap,” Connie said, eyeballing my outfit. “You aren’t quitting again, are you?”
“No. The Rangeman job is temporary.”
