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“It’s Lula Sunshine,” Ranger said, stopping to let her jump into the SUV.
“Holy cow. Holy crap. Holy moly,” Lula said. “That was freakin’ scary. And look what that idiot did to my shoe. These are genuine Louboutin knock-offs. Where am I gonna get another shoe to match this?”
Ranger turned onto Route 295, and Lula sat forward in her seat.
“What about my car?” Lula asked. “We can’t leave my baby here. It’ll get ashes all over it. That sucker went up like a whatdoyoucallit? An inferno.”
“Hal has the Firebird,” Ranger said. “He’s taking it back to Trenton.”
“Really? Wow. Hal’s a sweetie,” Lula said. “I’m gonna have to do something real nice for him.”
The corners of Ranger’s mouth twitched into a small smile.
“Gutter head,” I said to him.
That turned the twitch to a full-on smile.
A police car blew past us, lights flashing.
Lula had her nose to the window. “I think that was Brenda’s kid behind the wheel of the cop car!”
• • •
A half hour later, Ranger and I were parked in my lot. Lula was gone. She’d retrieved her Firebird and was meeting Hal at a downtown bar to show him her appreciation.
“Thanks for rescuing me,” I said to Ranger.
“I sent Hal and Rafael to keep an eye on you, and I went to check on a commercial account in Whitehorse. Rafael called to tell me Lula went in with a rocket launcher, so I skipped Whitehorse. I pulled into the lot seconds before you destroyed Billings Foods.”
“It was an accident,” I said.
He looked at my hair. “And?”
“Professional necessity. I had to get information out of a hairdresser.”
“I knew the explanation would be worthwhile.” He checked his watch. “I’d like to stay and seduce you, but I have to backtrack to Whitehorse. Someone managed to hack into the alarm system and clean out a computer store we’re supposed to be protecting.”
I squelched a grimace. I suspected I knew who’d done the hacking.
“How sophisticated are these hackers?” I asked him. “Suppose the photograph everyone was looking for had a code hidden in it? Like, could the photo look like Ashton Kutcher, but when you fed it into a computer it would break down into digital components? And those digital components could be a code a hacker could use to start a car? Is that possible or is it just fiction?”
“The technology is real. And it’s an increasing threat to my business. They’re not so much codes as messages that instruct another computer to perform a function, like starting a car or disabling a security system.”
• • •
I woke up the next morning thinking about Razzle Dazzle. I had my phone in my hand to call Morelli, and a text message buzzed in from him.
I’m in meetings until noon. I’ll call later. Raz slipped away last night. Be careful.
My equipment was loaded and charged and positioned in my bag for easy access. I stayed vigilant when I crossed the parking lot to my truck, and I drove watching my rear.
By the time I got to the bonds office, everyone else was already there. Connie was behind her desk. Lula was perched on a folding chair, doing the day’s Jumble. Vinnie was pacing, checking messages on his smartphone.
“News of the day?” I asked.
“Vinnie just wrote a bond on Brenda,” Connie said. “There was an explosion at her brother’s warehouse, and she was arrested on the scene.”
“They arrested her for just being there?” I asked. “Did they think she was responsible for the explosion?”
