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I checked my peephole before I opened the door. No one in the hall. Yay. Also, no one in the elevator or parking lot. I drove through town, parked in front of the office, and spotted the Lincoln across the street. I waved to Slasher and Lancer, and joined Connie and Lula inside.
“Whoa,” Connie said. “What happened to you?”
I felt my cut lip for swelling and decided it was almost back to normal. “Parking garage incident.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yep,” I said. “I’m good to go.”
“Anyone we know do this?” Lula asked.
“Razzle Dazzle. He’s one of the idiots after the photograph I don’t have.”
“Talk about idiots,” Lula said. “Those two clowns been sitting across the street for an hour. They’re real dummies. They didn’t shoot at you just now or try to snatch you. They probably don’t even got a Taser. I’m starting to feel sorry for them. It’s like they’re amateurs.”
Connie handed me a file. “I plugged them into one of the search programs for you. They look to me like rent-a-thug. They were both employed as security for one of the casinos in Atlantic City and were terminated six months ago when the casino budget was trimmed. No work record since. Lancelot is married with two kids. Larder is divorced and living with his mother. His last wife got the condo.”
“How many wives has he had?”
“Four,” Connie said. “No kids.”
“And the Lincoln?”
“The Lincoln is hot. It was stolen off a lot in Newark. Do you want me to turn them in?”
“No. The Lincoln is easy to spot. I’d rather know where they are.”
“How’s your stomach?” I asked Lula.
“It was good when I got up, but it’s not so good now,” Lula said.
“Maybe it was the two double-sausage, extra-grease breakfast sandwiches you ate,” Connie said. “Followed by a dozen doughnuts.”
“I didn’t eat the whole dozen,” Lula said. “There’s two left in the box. And I wouldn’t have eaten so many if they weren’t all different. I hate when I miss a culinary experience.”
“I have a new stun gun,” I said. “I thought I’d test-drive it on Buggy.”
“Wham!” Lula said. “Let’s do it.”
Lula and I walked out of the office, and Lula climbed into my truck while I crossed the street and went to the Lincoln to talk to Lancer.
“You look like you got run over by a truck,” Lancer said.
“I took a meeting with Razzle Dazzle.”
“Did you give him the photograph?”
“I don’t have the photograph to give.”
“You’re lucky you’re alive. He’s a real freak.”
Not what I wanted to hear.
“Lula and I are going after an FTA. In case you want to catch some breakfast, I’ll be back in an hour or two.”
“No way. We’re sticking to you like glue,” Lancer said. “We go where you go.”
“Then why weren’t you in my apartment building parking lot this morning?”
