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“Nothin’,” Tank said. “Guess you were asleep. You just took me by surprise, with the hair and all.”
I rolled my eyes up to the top of my head, but I couldn’t see my hair.
“I’m feeling grouchy,” I said to Tank.
“Do you want to see a picture of my cat?” Tank asked. “That always makes me happy.”
I climbed into Tank’s Rangeman SUV, buckled my seat belt, and looked at the picture of his cat.
“Cute,” I said.
“Do you feel happy?”
“No.” Crawling back into bed would make me feel happy.
Both houses were north of town in a high-rent neighborhood by the river. The first house Tank took me to looked like Mount Vernon if Mount Vernon was built in 2008. It was Faux Vernon. Tank drove into a circular driveway and parked behind Ranger’s Porsche. A police car and another Rangeman SUV were in front of Ranger. The front door was open and every light was on in the house. We walked in and met Ranger in the foyer.
“Why was this house on your at risk list?” he asked me.
“It had some things in common with the houses that were already hit. All houses are single family on large lots. All houses have attached garages that open off a side drive court. All houses have trees and bushes that throw shadows and partially screen the house. None of the houses are on streets with on-street parking.”
“Our guy likes to have cover,” Ranger said.
“Exactly.”
“Look through the house and see if you come up with anything. I’m sending Tank with you so you’re not mistaken for a vagrant and arrested.”
I flipped Ranger the bird.
Ranger smiled at me. “Cute.”
“That’s what I said about Tank’s cat.”
“He made you look at his cat picture?”
“I thought it would make her happy,” Tank said.
Ranger’s smile widened. “Did it make you happy?” he asked me.
“A little.”
I suspected I was to Ranger what Tank’s cat was to Tank.
“Take good care of her,” Ranger said to Tank.
Ranger left for the second break-in, and Tank and I set off on our exploration. The exploration didn’t take long. I was getting to know what to expect. Start with the door leading from the garage and take the shortest route to the master bedroom. Check out the home office, the den, the kids’ rooms. Proceed to the front door or possibly back door. Locate the keypads.
I felt like the keypads held the answer to the mystery. There were three keypads in this house. One in the master bedroom, one on a wall by the front door, and one by the door to the garage. None of the keypads were visible from a window.
Tank and I had gone through the house and returned to the door leading to the garage. We were standing in a small hallway behind the kitchen. The laundry room and a half bath opened off the hallway.
“I think this guy is getting the code from the keypad,” I said to Tank.
“I’ve been thinking that, too. It’s like when people watch you at the ATM and they get your bank code. It’s like someone’s looking through walls.”
We left Faux Vernon and went to house number two. The second house was only three blocks away in the same neighborhood. It was a huge redbrick box with white columns and a porte cochere.
Ranger met us at the door. “The drill is the same. Cash and jewelry taken from the upstairs master.”
