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I was in Ranger’s kitchen, getting my second cup of coffee, when Ranger walked in.
“You have cameras in here, right?” I said. “You knew I was up.”
“No cameras,” Ranger said. “Intuition.”
“Any word from the fire marshal?”
“Too early.” He got a green smoothie from the fridge.
“Omigod,” I said. “Are you going to drink that?”
“Not everyone can get by on doughnuts,” he said.
“I didn’t have doughnuts for breakfast. I had pancakes. They were amazing.”
“Have you heard from Lula?”
“No. I imagine she’s plowing her way through the room service menu.”
“We need to talk,” Ranger said.
“You keep saying that.”
“This is a different discussion. The firebomb was meant for you. Plover had no way of knowing you weren’t in the apartment. He shot that thing through your bedroom window, thinking you would be asleep at that time of the night.”
“He tried to kill me,” I said.
“He could have waited in the parking lot and put a bullet in your brain, but he chose to put a firebomb through your window. A bullet would have been easier and a guaranteed kill.”
“A firebomb is more dramatic. It’s not something you would expect from a well-dressed jeweler. So maybe he’s muddying the water. He still has hopes of not being found out. Okay, his fraud might go public, but he doesn’t want to get charged with murder.”
“It’s still an odd choice,” Ranger said. “I don’t see Plover setting a bomb under a car or launching a bomb through your second-floor window. And whoever it was hit the mark the first time, because there wasn’t any sign of other hits on the building.”
“Maybe Plover didn’t do any of the bombings. Maybe he has connections with a professional. Or maybe he has a partner. He said I wasn’t the only one squeezing him. That I was the least of his problems.”
“Let’s move this to my office and see what turns up on a background check.”
I took my coffee and followed Ranger through the living area to his home office. He pulled a second chair up to his desk so I could see his screen and he typed Plover’s name into his computer.
I have decent search programs on my computer, but they don’t compare to Ranger’s. Ranger has total access.
“He has two younger brothers,” Ranger said, scrolling throughthe information. “One is in California. Real estate broker. The other is a bonds trader in London. Plover is married to Jill McBride Plover. Homemaker. Active in a bunch of philanthropic causes. None of them involve building bombs. She’s gotten a couple DUIs. They have a son. Frankie. Forty years old. Spent three years at Lafayette College. Didn’t graduate. Did some time in rehab. Enlisted in the army. Got a medical discharge after two years. No details given. I could get details if I searched further but I don’t think it’s worth the time. Did more rehab. There’s a period of unemployment where he lived at home. Worked at Pizza Hut for six months. Okay, here we go. For the last ten years he’s been vice president in charge of new accounts for Ray Geara.”
“I know that name.”
“Ray Geara owns a chain of car washes where he launders more than cars. He also owns a bunch of politicians, and lately he’s been dabbling in buying downtown real estate.”
“This has potential.”
Ranger closed his laptop. “I’m late for a meeting. I’ll have Milos dig deeper into this. What are your plans for the day?”
“I have a miscellaneous FTA to clear off the books and I have a torched apartment to inspect.”
My apartment was at the top of the list. The fire trucks were gone, but puddles of sooty water remained in the parking lot. The exterior of the building around my bedroom window was stained with soot. The living room windows were intact. I hoped that was a good sign.
I left the parking lot and went into the small foyer. It smelled smoky but it looked okay. I bypassed the elevator and took the stairs. The second-floor hall was a little sooty and the carpet was water soaked. Do Not Enter crime scene tape had been stretched across my door. I removed the tape and stepped inside.
There was a lot of soot and water damage, but the kitchen and the dining room seemed untouched by the fire. The living room had some fire damage, and the bedroom was charred trash. I looked in at the bathroom.
