16 Sizzling Sixteen (13 page)

We walked to the door, and I rang the bell. I had pepper spray in hand, ready to use. Lula was positioned behind me. After a moment, the door opened and Butch stared out at us, looking like a giant in his tiny house.

Shit! he said.

I gave him a face full of spray and jumped back. He bellowed and thrashed around, flailing his arms, his eyes squinched shut. Ow! he yelled. Owwww!

I was jumping around, trying to grab a wrist. Get hold of him, I said to Lula. Get an arm.

I cant fuckin get an arm, Lula said. He wont stand still.

Butch lashed out, his eyes still closed, knocked Lula back about ten feet, and charged past me like a raging bull.

Arrrrrgh! he screamed. Gaaaaah!

His nose was running and his eyes were streaming tears, but nothing was stopping him. He ran out the door, down the sidewalk, and took off. I ran flat out after him, yelling for Lula to help. I chased him half a block, and he turned the corner, crossed the street, and cut through a backyard. I could hear Lula pounding behind me, breathing hard. I wasnt exactly breathing easy, either, and I was thinking it might have been better to let Lula shoot him in the foot, because I had no idea what I was going to do if I caught him.

He came to a privacy fence, stopped dead in his tracks, and I slammed into him and held fast. Lula came up behind me and grabbed him, and we all toppled over and went to the ground. My fear now was that Butch and Lula would roll on top of me and Id be crushed flat as a pancake. We scrabbled around, with Butch struggling to get to his feet and Lula and me hanging on for dear life.

Cuff im! Lula was yelling. Kick im in the nuts. Poke out his eyeball.

I was trying, but I wasnt having a lot of luck. He was too big, too heavy, too strong, too freaked out over jail. I made an attempt to slip the plastic FlexiCuffs on him, and he flicked me away like I was a bug. I was thrown a couple feet and landed on black court shoes attached to long legs clad in black cargo pants. Ranger. He gave me a hand and pulled me up. We need to talk, he said.

Help, Lula said. Get this clown off me. I cant breathe.

Let go, Butch said to Lula. Let go of me.

Ranger waded in and separated them. Butch scrambled to his feet and was ready to run.

Stay, Ranger said to him.

Butch immediately went still. Ranger took the cuffs from me and secured Butch.

How do you do that? I asked Ranger.

I speak with authority.

Can you teach me to do that?

He called for backup on his cell phone, took Butch by the arm, and walked him to the street. Rangers Porsche Turbo was parked at the curb.

How did you find me? I asked him.

I called Connie, and she gave me Goodeys address. I was on the street, and you ran past me.

I didnt see you.

You had your eye on the prize.

Lula was following behind us, adjusting her skirt and rearranging her boobs. This must be Knock Lula On Her Ass Day, she said. I dont know why I try to look professional. Im either fallin down stairs, or rollin around with cows, or wrestlin with idiots, getting my nice clothes all wrecked. I might just as well come to work wearin a garbage bag.

Ranger smiled but didnt say anything.

And I saw that smile, Lula said to Ranger. You better not be laughin at me.

It would be a crime against humanity to see you dressed in a garbage bag, Ranger said.

Hunh, Lula said. Are you tryin to sweet talk me?

Yes, Ranger said.

I guess its working, Lula told him.

I assume you need a car, Ranger said to me. I can have one of my men bring Goodey downtown for you, and you can come back to Rangeman and pick something out . . . Again.

Im happy to hear that, Lula said. Because I need to go home and make a wardrobe adjustment.

Five minutes later, the Rangeman SUV pulled to the curb and collected Goodey. I got into the Turbo next to Ranger and relaxed back in the seat.

Word on the street is that Bobby Sunflower scammed money from the wrong man, Ranger said.

Some other bad guy?

Thats the vibe Im getting. Sunflower makes a lot of his money by blackmailing and extorting honest businessmen into stealing from their clients. The owners get involved with him and are forced to cook their books. When the business finally collapses and their creditors and clients come looking, Bobbys evaporated. Its standard Mob procedure. All money is drained from the legitimate business, and the original owners are left holding the bag. Theyre the guys who go to jail, jump off bridges, or blow their brains out. It sounds like this time Sunflower bulldozed the wrong company and stepped on some powerful toes.

Does this connect to me?

Is there a way out for Vinnie?

I dont know. I dont know how involved he is with the bad guys. I think he was snatched because Sunflower is desperate for money, and he thought Vinnie was a golden goose. He was counting on Harry to pony up.

But Harry wouldnt do it.

No. Now Sunflowers stuck in a bad spot. If he doesnt get the money, not only does he lose respect, but he probably dies.

Ranger turned a corner, drove half a block, pulled into Rangemans underground garage, and he parked in his reserved spot in front of the elevator. Ranger had four spots for his personal vehicles. He currently had the Porsche Turbo, a Porsche Cayenne, and a customized F150 truck. A shiny black Mercedes SUV with fancy wheels was in the fourth space. I was hoping it was mine.

Ranger shut the Porsche down. If you looked at me with half as much longing as youre looking at that Mercedes, Id take you upstairs and make you wish you never had to leave my bed.

Is the Mercedes for me? I asked.

Yes.

And the bed . . . Id have to leave eventually, wouldnt I?

Yes, Ranger said.

Why do you give me cars?

Its fun, Ranger said. And it keeps you safe. Do you want to know why keeping you safe is important to me?

You love me?

Yes.

A sigh inadvertently escaped. Were really screwed up, arent we?

In a very large way, Ranger said.

He slid his arm across my seat back, leaned forward, and kissed me. He ended the kiss, and our eyes held. And I was pretty sure he knew hed smoked the Mercedes hed given me.

I PARKED MY new car in front of the bonds office and went inside.

Wheres Lula? Connie asked.

Looks like you got a new car.

Its a loaner from Ranger.

I hope you thanked him.

Im running a tab, I told her.

My cell phone rang, and I picked it up to Ranger.

Bad news, Ranger said. Goodey didnt make it to the station. He got carsick on the way, and when the guys stopped to help him, he managed to get loose from the FlexiCuffs, hijack the SUV, and take off.

Youre kidding.

I wish, Ranger said. We got the SUV back, but no Goodey. And he disconnected.

A shadow slid over the office when the afternoon sun was blotted out by the hulking carcass of Mooners RV parking behind my Mercedes.

Greetings, Hobbits Primula Boffin and Ysellyra Thorney, Mooner said, ambling in. How fare thee?

Mooner was dressed in a T-shirt advertising beer, red capris pants, flip-flops, and a brown cape. Looked to me like a cross between a stoner and a Hobbit.

It fares good, I said. How fares it with you?

Its faring excellent. Doderick Bracegirdle was, like, mucho helpful with Hobbit Con.

Doderick Bracegirdle?

Formerly known as Vinnie, Mooner said. The dude is genius. He, like, came up with this awesome game. Toss the Cockring over the Dildo. Itll be a wowser with all the Hobbit lovers. The problem is maintaining an authenticity level. Being that Hobbits are, like . . . Little, the dildo would have to be size appropriate.

Lula pushed the front door open. What about a dildo?

Mooner wants to have a cockring toss at Hobbit Con, and hes thinking the dildo would have to be Hobbit-size.

Yeah, that makes sense, Lula said. You need a Hobbit dildo store.

I looked in the Yellow Pages, Mooner said. Nada.

Whoa, Mooner said. Brilliant.

Probably, you dont want to leave the RV in front of the office for too long with Vinnie in it, Connie said to Mooner.

No problemo, Mooner said. Vinnie isnt in it.

My breath caught in my chest. Where is he?

I dont know, Mooner said. My man took off. I thought we were groovin, you know? And then next thing, I turn around and no Doderick. Heck, I guess thats genius for you, right? In the wind, man.

Back up. Where were you when he disappeared?

I was at the bakery on Nottingway. I was leaving fliers for Hobbit Con, and I got to talking with the pastry lady. Theyve got, like, some serious treats in there. Anyway, when I came out of the bakery, the mobile mansion was without the duder.

Did he leave a note? Was anything out of place? Was there blood?

Negative, negative, negative.

Did you see anyone in the parking lot? Any cars?

I think there was an SUV and a really cool sports car.

A Ferrari?

Yeah, or it might have been a Corvette.

Which?

I had a lot on my mind. I was thinking about the ring toss, and I was entering the sugar zone. Im not sure about the car. I mean, all that frosting . . .

I felt sick inside. I was trying to help Vinnie, and I was completely inept. I should have insisted we go to the police. I should have told Morelli. I should have asked Ranger for help. I should have shipped Vinnie off to Miami.

This dont sound good, Lula said. Sunflower drives a Ferrari. She looked at Mooner. Did the SUV have a bashed-in roof?

I dont think so.

Lets not panic, Connie said. Lots of people drive an SUV.

Are you sure hes not in the RV? I asked Mooner. Maybe he decided to take a nap in a closet or something.

I thought of that, Mooner said, but I couldnt find him.

SIXTEEN

DO YOU HAVE a phone number for Mickey Gritch? I asked Connie.

Connie dialed Mickey and gave me her headset.

Yeah? Mickey said.

Its Stephanie Plum, I told him. I was wondering if there were any new developments.

You gotta give me more than that, he said. Do you want to bet on a horse? Do you want to know if Sunflower collected insurance on his bashed-in SUV? Do you need a hooker?

Actually, I was wondering if you heard anything about Vinnie.

What about him?

Ive sort of lost him.

Gritch gave a snort of laughter. Are you shitting me?

He vanished this afternoon. I thought you might know if he was snatched again.

I havent heard anything, but then Im not totally in the loop. Its not like I run with the big boys.

Understood, I said. Thanks.

Sure, Gritch said. For what its worth, I hope Vinnie figures a way out of this. And he disconnected.

I dont know where to go from here, I said to Connie. Lula and I can ride the circuit of Sunflowers properties again, but I dont think Sunflower will take any chances with Vinnie this time. Vinnie will be locked up tight.

We have to get the money, Connie said.

Theres no way were going to gather together that much money, I told her. I cant catch that many skips. And no bank will loan us that much money by tomorrow. I think we should go to the police.

You mean giving bonds to people who were bad risks? I asked.

No. I mean giving bonds to people who dont exist. I found a file in his office for bonds that never went through our system. And when I run a check on the people who were bonded out, I cant find them, or theyre dead, or theyre seven years old.

Why would Vinnie do that? Lula asked.

I think Vinnie was running the agency in the red, drawing down from Wellington to cover the bogus skips, and then passing the money on to Gritch.

Lula leaned forward. Say what?

Probably, it started out as a way to cover a couple bad gambling decisions and got out of hand, Connie said. Vinnie was writing bonds on made-up people with made-up crimes. Hed tell Wellington the bonds were forfeited because the bondee didnt show up for court, and Wellington would reimburse Vinnie for his loss. Then Vinnie would give the money to Gritch, who in turn gave it to Sunflower.

That dont sound legal, Lula said.

Not even a little, Connie said. And Im involved. Im responsible for end-of-the-month statements. I wasnt paying attention. I was pushing the phantom bonds on to the accountant.

Oh boy.

We could rob a couple convenience stores, Lula said. How hard could it be?

Wed have to rob a lot of convenience stores to get that kind of money, I told her.

Hunh, she said. You got a better idea?

Yes. We could rob Sunflower, and use the money to pay him back. We know two collection points. The funeral home and Choppers apartment.

Lulas eyes went wide open. The apartment with the alligator?

Yes.

Un-ah, no way. Im not robbin no alligator apartment. Count me out.

I have a plan, I told her.

Lula put her hands over her ears. I dont want to hear it.

I want to hear it, Connie said.

What about the gator? Lula asked.

Ill take care of the gator, I said. After we rob Chopper, we go to the funeral home. Lula can go in and open the back door for me. Ill slip in and hide until everyone leaves and the funeral home is locked up for the night. Then Ill go upstairs and get the money out of the counting room.

They wont just leave the money out, Lula said. Itll be locked up in the safe. You gotta get the money out before they lock it up. We need to get those guys outta the counting room, and Im good, but Im not that good. Theyre not gonna go for my Girl Scout baloney. And I dont think theyre gonna go for Connies drunk bimbo baloney.

The stink bomb, Connie said. Ill set off the stink bomb. Everyone will leave, Stephanie can run upstairs, get the money, and get out of the building. Connie looked over at me. Ill give you a gas mask.

How will I get out of the building? Everyone will be outside, milling around.

Go out the back door, Connie said. Ill make sure it smells bad enough back there that itll be deserted.

No one made a sound for a couple beats, absorbing the stupidity of what we were about to do.

Okay then, I finally said. Lets do it.

Rendezvous here at seven, Connie said.

I WAS HALFWAY home when my mom called.

Your grandmother went to an afternoon viewing, she said, and I have no way to get her home. Your father is working, and Im stuck in traffic on Route One. Im coming home from the mall, and there must be an accident in front of me, because everythings stopped. I was hoping you could pick your grandmother up at the funeral parlor.

Sure, I said. Ill get her.

Grandma was waiting on the porch when I parked in front of the funeral home. She was wearing a blue print dress with a cardigan sweater, one white tennis shoe, and her huge black ortho boot. She was standing lopsided from the boot. I jumped out to help her, but she forged ahead without me. Stomp, step, stomp, step, stomp, step. Down the stairs, hanging on to the railing, her black leather purse hooked over her shoulder.

Look at this, she said, eyeballing the SUV. You got another new car. This is a beauty. Did Ranger give this one to you?

Yes.

He must have a lot of money.

I had no idea how much money Ranger had, but he wasnt poor. His address was a vacant lot when I first started working with him, and now he lived in a slick apartment in a building he at least partially owned. The origin of the limitless new black cars was a mystery. And that was part of the problem with Ranger. So much of him was a mystery.

I got Grandma buckled into the Mercedes and pulled away.

How was the viewing? I asked her.