Eleven
Ranger was slouched back in his chair, long legs stretched out under the dining room table, his attention on the computer screen.
'How's the search going?' I asked him.
'It's going in slow motion. It feels like two lifetimes have gone by since he took Julie.'
'Anything new?'
'Pictures and background on Scrog. His mother is Puerto Rican. He comes by his skin and hair naturally. Nothing that has a big orange arrow on it saying Look Here. A profiler would find him interesting. Some of his makeup is classic and some is off the map.
'He's an only child. Early school reports are that he's smart, but he doesn't apply himself. He's a dreamer. Shy. Doesn't participate in class activities. Middle school, he does a nosedive. Failing grades. One of twelve boys questioned about molestation by a local priest. He receives counseling and the diagnosis is that he has low self- esteem and has difficulty separating fact from fiction, leading to a poor sense of consequence for his actions. High school, he's tracked with underachievers, doing some remedial work. At home he's spending hours playing computer games. His mother thinks he's a genius. His counselor thinks he might be borderline psychopath. His work history is erratic. He can't keep a job. He resents authority. Most of his jobs are sales. Music stores, movie theaters. Had a good run managing a comic book store with a gaming room. Took some computer courses at a community college but nothing came of it.'
'Were you able to find his connection to you?'
'Do you remember Zak Campbell? He was caught in a drug bust two years ago. He skipped and while he was in the wind they tied him to a double homicide. I tracked him to Virginia, and Tank and I made the apprehension in a music and video store. Scrog was working in the store at the time. I don't remember him, and I didn't have any contact with him that I remember. It was a quiet bust. We went in with mall security waiting at the store entrance. I approached Campbell, introduced myself, cuffed him, and walked him out.'
'No guns drawn?'
'No. Not necessary.'
'I guess you made an impression.'
'Apparently. That was the only connection I could find.'
I went into the kitchen and investigated the refrigerator. It was filled with Ranger food. Sandwiches, fruit, low- fat cream cheese, yogurt, and assorted snack vegetables all cut and washed. I selected a baby carrot and dropped it into Rex's cage. I looked at the phone on the counter by the cage and saw that I now had a working answering machine.
'I don't want an answering machine,' I yelled at Ranger.
'When this is over you can throw it away.'
I took a turkey sandwich and brought it to the table to eat.
'I thought you had spaghetti for lunch,' Ranger said.
'I wore it. I didn't get to eat any. The entire country's looking for Scrog. Hard to believe he hasn't been caught.'
'He's enjoying the game,' Ranger said. 'Probably has Julie stashed somewhere and goes out in disguise. He'll be careful at first, but the longer the game goes on the more chances he'll take.'
'Is there something I can do?'
'You can go about your business, so he has a chance to make a move on you.' He took a cell phone from the table. 'If you need to call me, use this phone. My number's programmed in. And make sure you're always wearing the panic button. It's tied into the RangeMan network. I can track you if you're wearing the button. If you catch someone following you, don't try to lose him.'
I looked at the car keys on the table.
'I'll be in a blue Honda Civic, a silver BMW sedan, or a silver Toyota Corolla,' Ranger said. 'And Tank will be in a green Ford Explorer.'
'I'll be in a black and white Mini Cooper,' I said. And my knees will be knocking.
I drove to the bonds office and parked at the curb where I could easily be seen. Stephanie Plum, psycho bait. Lula and Connie and Melvin were huddled around Connie's desk, debating the files in front of them.
'These people all creep me out,' Lula said. 'I don't want to work with none of them.'
'I liked the blond woman with the eagle tattooed on her big huge breast,' Melvin said.
We all turned to look at him, and he blushed bright red.
'Pickle, if you want to be a pervert you gotta stop blushing like that,' Lula said. 'You're gonna give perverts a bad name.'
The door opened and a woman walked in. 'I heard you're looking for someone to do bond enforcement,' she said.
We looked her over. No black leather, no tattoos that were visible, no gun strapped to her leg, no obvious missing teeth. Already she was ahead of everyone else. She was about my height and weight. Maybe a little chunkier. She had short brown hair cut into a bob. Not a lot of makeup. Some lip gloss. She was wearing a three- button collared knit shirt and tan slacks. She was perfectly pleasant-looking and amazingly forgettable.
She extended her hand. 'Meri Maisonet.'
'Maisonet,' Lula said. 'Isn't that a puppet?'
'That's marionette,' Connie said.
'I haven't got a lot of experience,' Meri said, 'but I'm a fast learner. My dad was a cop in Chicago, so I grew up around law enforcement types.'
Connie gave her one of the forms we'd printed out, asking for name and vital statistics… like human being, yes or no. When she left Connie punched her name into the computer.
'She looked sort of normal,' Lula said. 'What's with that?'
The information started flooding in.
'Everything checks out,' Connie said. 'Never been convicted of a crime, good credit. High school graduate. Waited tables for two years. The rest of her work history is on the line at a small brewery in Illinois. Relocated here two months ago, following her boyfriend. Twenty-eight years old.'
'You could start her in the office doing telephone work and computer searches,' I said. 'Then after she gets a feel for the job we can take her on some road trips.'
'Okay,' Connie said. If everyone's agreed, I'll call her and see if she can start tomorrow.'
'I'm getting restless,' Lula said. 'I feel like I need to go out and apprehend a scumbag.'
'Lonnie Johnson's still open, but I don't know where to begin with him,' I said.
'I'm chuffed over Caroline Scarzolli,' Lula said. 'We should have nabbed her. How does it look to get run over by a freaky old lady like that?'
'If we go back to the store she'll shoot us.'
'Not if we buy something.'
'No! I'm not buying any more dildos.'
'Don't have to be a dildo. They got lots of good stuff in that store. I might need a pair of panties.'
'Okay, fine,' I said. 'I'll wait in the car, and you can go in and buy panties.'
'I'm not just going for the panties,' Lula said. 'It's my cover. This here's serious shit. I'm gonna make an apprehension.'
I grabbed my shoulder bag and palmed my keys. 'I'll drive.'
I drove eyes forward, and I avoided checking the rearview mirror. If Ranger was following me to Pleasure Treasures, I preferred not to know. I parked on the street, two doors down from the store.
'I'm not going in,' I said. 'If she shoots you, you're going to have to drag your ass out the door, because I'm not going in to pick you up.'
'Hunh,' Lula said. 'I thought we were partners. How's that for a partner to act? I'd go in there for
'Oh for crissake,' I said, wrenching the door open. 'Just shut up. I'll go with you.'
