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We buckled ourselves into the Mercedes and Ranger called Tank.
“Find out what Shine did with the La-Z-Boy chairs when he redecorated,” Ranger told Tank. “Maybe the bartender knows.”
I leaned back in the cushy leather seat and closed my eyes. “I need to go home,” I said. “I’m tired of smelling like cooked Porsche Turbo. I want to take a shower and change my clothes.”
And I wanted to have four or five peanut butter sandwiches and a beer. Stick a fork in me.
* * *
Potts was slouched against the wall by my door.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” I said.
He stood straight and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Yeah, me, either.”
I opened the door and we went inside.
“You’re all smudgy,” he sa
id.
“Long story short, there was a car fire, but I got out okay.”
“That had to be scary.”
“I’m getting used to scary.”
“Really?” he asked.
“No,” I said. “Not even a little.”
I took my cross-body bag off and removed my phone, happy that I’d been wearing the bag when I jumped out of the flaming Porsche.
“I’m having a late lunch,” I said to Potts. “Do you want something to eat?”
“No thanks. I had a gluten-free granola bar a little while ago.”
“Beer?”
“There’s gluten in beer.”
I made myself a peanut butter sandwich on bread that had extra gluten added to it. I gave a little piece to Rex and I cracked open a beer. I put the television on for Potts and I took the sandwich and beer into the bathroom with me.
My hair was singed on one side, but it wasn’t as bad as I feared. I showered and did the whole glam hair thing. I got dressed in my old jeans and T-shirt and felt pretty good. Benny had died but Grandma and Potts were okay. And truth is, Benny’s death was sad and unfortunate, but wasn’t unexpected.
I went to the living room to check on Potts and Ranger called.
“Tank talked to the bartender at the Mole Hole,” Ranger said. “The chairs went to a consignment store. We’re tracking them down. Tank also found out that Shine brought in more soldiers. Supposedly some very bad guys. So be careful. Your Honda has been detailed and is parked in your lot.”
“Now what?” Potts asked when I pocketed my phone.
“Now we go to the office.”
I was vigilant leaving my apartment and getting into the Honda. I drove to the office with an eye on my rearview mirror. I parked directly in front of the large plate-glass office window, and I could see Connie and Lula look out when I pulled to the curb.
“If you didn’t show up in the next ten minutes, I was going to call you,” Connie said when we walked in. “I heard about Benny. They’re saying it was a heart attack.”
“Grandma and I were with him when it happened,” I said. “The house was jammed with people and he was hiding in his den. He said he didn’t feel well and then he was gone.”
