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Vinnie and I got off at the second floor, and I let us into my apartment.
“You can’t walk around like that,” I said to Vinnie. “You’re freaking me out.” I rummaged through my closet and came up with an old robe.
“I saw that,” Vinnie said, “but I didn’t think I’d look good in it.”
“Have you seen yourself in the panties? It’s why people go blind. Not only don’t they fit, but you’re all lumpy. It’s a hideous sight.”
“Cripes,” Vinnie said. “Just tell me how you feel.”
I held the robe out to him.
Vinnie put the robe on and got a beer out of the fridge. “I bet that fire was arson.”
“Without a doubt.”
“Drager is going to be pissed. Has anybody called him? Do you think I should call?”
I went dead still for a moment, thinking about Drager’s lifeless body lying on his office floor. And then the explosion that had to have obliterated not only all evidence of The Wellington Company, but also of Drager.
“I imagine Rangeman will get in touch with Wellington,” I said. “I don’t think it’s necessary for you to call.”
“I feel like an orphan,” Vinnie said. “I haven’t got Lucille, and I haven’t got my office. I haven’t even got my own underwear.”
I know he made all his own problems, but I felt sorry for him anyway. “Get another beer and we’ll see if we can find a movie to watch.”
By the time I went to bed, Vinnie had retrieved his clothes from the dryer downstairs and was out of my bathrobe. I put the robe in my hamper and told him he could keep the panties. I think he was pleased.
AT NINE IN the morning, Lula, Connie, Vinnie, and I all showed up at the office as if it existed. The fire trucks, EMTs, and police cars were gone, but sooty water still pooled in the gutter. Three buildings were cordoned off with crime-scene tape. The bookstore on one side of the bonds office and the dry cleaner on the other side showed no structural damage. They were smoke-smudged and water-logged, but they were standing intact. The bonds office was a pile of charred rubble.
“Ain’t this a bitch,” Lula said. “My couch is gone. Where am I gonna sit?”
“The office can get rebuilt,” Connie said, “but we’ve lost years of files that we’ll never be able to replace. Phone numbers, addresses, open bonds. They’re all gone.”
“Good riddance,” Vinnie said. “I was in debt up to my gonads. We can make a fresh start.”
“Yeah,” Lula said. “We can buy a new couch. We could get one that vibrates.”
“Reality check,” I said. “Burning down the office wasn’t a friendly gesture. Remember the three men who wanted to kidnap Vinnie but were willing to settle for me? They’re still out there. They probably burned down the office.”
“Only two of them,” Lula said. “Larry got a bum knee.”
“My favorite nail polish was in my desk drawer,” Connie said. “I’m going to have to buy new nail polish.”
“This here’s real sad,” Lula said. “I don’t know where I’m supposed to go. Do I have a job?”
“I’ll call The Wellington Company,” Connie said. “It’s Saturday, but there might be someone working. I’m sure they’ll just move the bonds business into a different location.”
We all waited while Connie tapped the number in and listened for the connection.
“It’s not a working number,” Connie said a minute later.
“What’s with that?” Lula wanted to know.
“It’s the only number I have for them,” Connie said. “I don’t have any cell numbers. Maybe we should go downtown and see if anyone’s working. If I was Drager, and one of my buildings burned down, I’d be at my desk this morning.”
“I’ll drive,” I said.
I knew Drager wasn’t going to be at his desk, but I didn’t want to share that information and have to explain my break-in with Ranger. If I drove everyone downtown, they’d see for themselves. Not to mention I had no idea what else to do. I felt like I was floating in space with no direction. Everyone packed into my SUV, and I took Hamilton to Broad.
