Ranger was at the dining room table, watching the computer screen. 'Last night Tank noticed there were security cameras in the funeral home. Common practice to lower insurance rates. The cameras aren't monitored, they're just there to record in case a negligence claim is filed. We thought there was a chance Scrog got caught on video, so we got the cards out of the cameras last night and have been going over them.'
'Does Dave know you have these cards?'
'Dave looked tired. We didn't want to disturb Dave.'
'I'm surprised you didn't have to wrestle the FBI for camera access.'
'They have to follow procedure. And they don't have the specialists I have.'
'Cat burglars?'
'The best in the business, not behind bars. We copied the cards, and the originals are already back in the cameras. We want the FBI to have access to this.' Ranger pulled a frame up and started the video rolling. 'Here's our man. He comes in from the side and moves directly behind you the instant you enter the lobby. Tank is on the wrong side to see him. Morelli is behind two women who are partially blocking his view. And when Morelli can see Scrog, this is what he gets…' Ranger did a stop frame and isolated the man behind me. 'Scrog is shorter and slimmer and is partially bald at the crown. The skin tone looks similar, but the overall appearance is very different. And he's not in black. Hard to tell from the camera angle exactly what he's wearing, but he's not dressed in SWAT clothes.'
Ranger wasn't in black either. Ranger was in jeans and a washed-out, loose-fitting grey sleeveless Big Dog T- shirt. He looked comfortable in the clothes and relaxed in my apartment. His hair was growing out, curling around his ears and falling across his forehead. It was a younger, softer look for him, and it was disconcerting. I didn't know this Ranger.
'Who are you?' I asked him.
'I'm always the same person,' he said. 'Don't judge me by my clothes.'
He hit play on the video, and I watched Scrog approach me. Scrog and I had a brief conversation, I grabbed his sleeve and opened my mouth, and in the next instant I went down and Scrog moved off and was lost in the swell of people.
'This is helpful,' I said. 'We know what he looks like from the back.'
Ranger paused the video and pushed his chair back. 'Come into the kitchen, and I'll play the message back for you.'
'It was great seeing you last night,' Scrog said. 'I probably shouldn't have taken a chance like that, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted to get close to you. I know the police are looking for me. They don't understand why I had to rescue Julie from those people. That's okay. I'm used to being misunderstood and underestimated. Soon I'll be able to rescue you, and then we'll all be together forever. Sorry I had to stun you last night, but you were getting too excited. You would have given us away.'
I instinctively moved closer to Ranger. 'Listening to him makes my stomach cramp.'
'So far he's textbook. Cautious at first and becoming increasingly bold… and careless. I want you to record a new greeting giving callers your cell phone. I don't want you to miss another opportunity to talk to him.'
'He sent flowers to the office. The card read, 'Til death do us part. Not long now.'
'We saw the delivery and already checked it out. He phoned it in and paid for it with a stolen credit card. You have to give this guy credit. He's got skills.'
I recorded a greeting on the answering machine and gave my cell number.
'I should get back to work,' I told Ranger. 'Vinnie is in the office today, and he's on a mission to clean up the FTAs.'
'Keep in touch. And make sure you're always wearing the panic button,' Ranger said. 'And make sure it's hidden. If you get to talk to Scrog, I want you to push him. Tell him you like when he dresses in black bounty hunter clothes. Tell him they're sexy. Ask him if he's working, hunting anyone down. Let's try to get him out of his hiding place so he might get recognized. And ask about Julie. Tell him you're anxious to see Julie. Try to get to talk to her. Tell him you think he's lying to you, that he doesn't really have her. Now that he's made contact with you, things should move faster.'
'Okey dokey,' I said.
Ranger hung my bag on my shoulder and looked at me. 'Are you okay with all this?'
'Actually, I feel like throwing up a lot.'
'It's the doughnuts.'
'It's my life.'
Eighteen
Lula wasn't looking happy. 'Meri got a line on Lonnie Johnson,' she said. 'Personally, I'd rather stick a fork in my eye than go after Lonnie Johnson. I have a real bad feeling about Lonnie Johnson.'
I took the file from Meri. 'What have you got?'
'You told me to check on him once in a while so I ran his credit and got a hit. He applied for a car loan two days ago and gave an address.'
I looked at the credit report and sucked in some air. Stark Street. Just about the worst possible address. Stark Street made Johnson's last address look like high rent.
'Were you able to do any phone verification?' I asked Meri.
'No landline given. He gave a cell, but I didn't know if you wanted me to call it. I checked the by-street address and there was no phone listed.'
'Probably a rooming house at that end of Stark,' Lula said. 'Either that or a cardboard box on the sidewalk.'
'What kind of car did he get?' I asked Meri.
'I don't know.'
'Find out. And then get the temporary plate number.'
'Boy, you're smart,' Lula said to me. 'I would never have thought to look for the car.'
Mostly I was a big chicken. I was on the same page as Lula. I didn't want to go after Lonnie Johnson. He was a scary guy, and I wasn't exactly at the top of my game. I was too distracted by Edward Scrog. It was now the eighth day for Julie Martine. Nine days that she was away from her mom. Eight days that she was held captive by a psychotic killer.
I noticed Lula looking at her phone. 'Expecting a call?' I asked her.
'Yeah, a certain big guy works all the time. I've been getting a lot of phone calls, but I'm not getting any action.'
'You've been getting phone calls? With the big guy actually saying something on the other end?'
'Well I gotta do most of the talking, but I can hear him breathing.'
'Big guy?' Connie said. 'What's that about?'
'Lula's having a thing with Tank,' I told her.
'Get the hell out,' Connie said. 'Shut up.'
'It's only the beginning stages,' Lula said. 'But I think this could be it. I tell you, he's a hunk of burning love. He's a sex bomb. He's a big ol' honey bear.'
'Who's Tank?' Meri wanted to know.
'He's Ranger's top guy,' Lula said. 'He watches Ranger's back, and he takes over when Ranger's away.'
'So I guess he's in charge now?' Meri asked.
'Yeah, sort of,' Lula said.
A black Corvette with red, orange and green flame detailing screeched to a stop in front of the office and angled into the curb in front of Lula's Firebird.
'Here comes Vampira again,' Lula said. 'Wouldn't you think once a day was enough? What did we do to deserve this?'
