"Where are you?" I asked Lula.
"I'm in jail. Where the heck do you think I am with one phone call? Anyways, I need someone to bond me out of here."
"I'll have to get Connie. Vinnie left for his Valentine's cruise with Lucille." I looked at my watch. "It's nine o'clock Sunday night. Connie's going to have to get a judge out of his jammies to set bond. What are the charges?"
"Destruction of personal property and tying a idiot's dick in a knot. And Tank's here, too."
Tank was second in command at Ranger1's security com-pany. He was Ranger's best friend, and he watched Ranger's back. He was a big guy who didn't talk much but carried a real big stick. From time to time Lula managed to snag him and have her way, and the next morning Tank would look like the living dead. To my knowledge this was the first time she'd gotten him arrested.
"Tank and me were at this bar," Lula said. "And some drunk-ass2 moron3 started on Tank. How Tank had no neck.
And how Tank looked like Shrek, except Tank wasn't green. And I was getting real annoyed because okay, all that's true, but I didn't like this guy's attitude, you see what I'm saying? And then he started calling me Shrek's fat 'ho… and that's when I hit him. And things sort of went in the toilet after that."
Diesel4 was smiling when I disconnected. "Ranger's gonna be pissed. He works hard to keep a clean, low pro-file."
"You know Ranger?"
"From a distance."
I called Connie and told her about Lula and Tank.
"Can you get them out?" I asked Connie.
"Probably. I'll have to make some phone calls. I'll get back to you."
Diesel and I got into my Escape. I turned the heat on high, and Diesel cracked his window.
"How do you know Ranger?" I asked him.
Diesel shrugged5. "I hear things. I assume Connie is buy-ing a judge?"
"This is a small community. We try to be civilized6 to each other. Connie will call in a favor."
Diesel was looking relaxed next to me, but I knew his priority was to find Annie, and it had to be on his mind.
"I know you're worried about Annie," I said. "Am I keeping you from whatever it is that you do?"
"I have wheels turning. I'll need to move when I get a call. Until then, I'm all yours."
Connie called back. "I've got the paperwork in motion. I'm going to pick it up now, and I'll meet you at the book-ing desk in a half hour. I'm assuming Lula and Tank are be-ing held at the station."
"Yep. Ten-four." I turned to Diesel. "This is going to take some time. Would you mind picking Bob up at my parents' house and bringing him home for me?"
"No problem. Call me if you run into trouble."
The Trenton police are housed in a redbrick bunker in a part of town that knows a lot about crime firsthand, man-dating that police cars be locked in a lot surrounded by ra-zor wire. Unfortunately, Connie and I didn't qualify for the razor-wire lot and were forced to park on the street, which was more or less a supermarket for chop-shop scouts7. Con-nie drove over in a crapola Beetle8 she kept for just such an occasion. I got two fake antennae9 and a big fake diamond-encrusted cross out of my console. I hung the cross on my mirror, and I stuck the antennae to the roof rack. If you didn't look too close you'd think I was a dealer10 and would most likely kill you if I caught you messing with my car.
It was after normal business hours, so we had to get our-selves buzzed in. Connie was already processing the re-lease when I arrived. There wasn't a lot going on. Too late for rush-hour road rage and too early for drunken domes-tic violence. A lone11 sad-sack gangbanger sat chained to a chair that was bolted to the floor. The amount of snot on his shirt suggested he'd been pepper-sprayed.
My buddy12 Eddie Gazarra was on duty behind the desk. "Sorry about Lula and Tank," he said. "I wasn't here when they came in, or I would have called you right away. Some numbskull rookie dragged their asses13 in here, and there wasn't anything we could do once they were booked."
"It's okay," I said. "We'll get them bonded14 out."
Gazarra went back to the holding cell and got Lula and Tank.
"There's no justice to this world," Lula said. "I get taken to jail, and the meany that called me a fat 'ho isn't even here."
"He's at the hospital getting his nuts extracted from his nose," Gazarra said. "He'll get charged as soon as he can walk without spitting up blood."
"How about me?" Lula said. "I got a scratch on my arm, and I'm gonna get a bruise15, too. And this here's a new sweater that someone grabbed hold of and tore a hole in."
Tank wasn't saying anything. He took his belt and shoelaces and pocketed the plastic bag with his inciden-tals… wallet, keys, loose change.
"More bad news," Gazarra said. "They towed and im-pounded a red Firebird that was parked illegally in a hand-icap space in front of the bar."
"That's my baby!" Lula said. "And it wasn't parked ille-gal. It had two inches sticking over the line. There was only two inches in the dumbass handicap spot."
Gazarra passed me a piece of paper. "Here's the ad-dress for the impound lot and the citation16 for the car. My advice is to pick it up tomorrow, because your girlfriend here is probably blowing over the alcohol limit, and with the kind of luck she's having, she'll be brought back here for DUI."
We all trudged17 out of the station, happy to find both cars still at the curb18, unmolested. Connie zipped away, hoping to catch her television show, and I loaded Tank and Lula into my Escape.
"How about you?" I said to Tank. "Did you drive to the bar?"
Tank just looked at me.
I couldn't hold the smile back. "You drove there in a Rangeman vehicle, didn't you?"
Tank nodded. "Ranger's gonna kill me."
"Ranger doesn't have to know."
"Ranger knows everything," Tank said. His eyes held mine. "Everything."
Oh boy.
"What bar did you two trash?"
"Sly Dog," Tank said. "The car's in the lot alongside the bar."
Sly Dog was a watering hole for people coming to and going from events at the Sovereign Bank Arena19. The com-plexion of the bar changed according to the event, and I wasn't sure what was going on tonight. Could have been a rock concert or a hockey game or monster trucks. It sat just outside the Burg, and was maybe a half mile from Lula's apartment.
I took Perry Street to Broad Street and sailed through the center of the city, coming up behind the arena and the bar. I pulled into the lot and parked behind the black Rangeman SUV.
Lula was in the seat beside me, and Tank was in the back. I slid a look at Lula. "Is there a plan?"
"Hey, Shrek," Lula yelled back to Tank. "You got a plan?"
"Guess I should take you home," Tank said.
"Yeah," Lula said. "That would be the polite thing to do. Might have to stop at the drugstore on the way. Wouldn't want to run out of… you know, anything."
I checked Tank out in the rearview mirror, and our eyes met, and he smiled.
It was eleven o'clock by the time I got home. Lights were off in my apartment with the exception of a nightlight burning in the bathroom, throwing light into the bedroom. Diesel and Bob were asleep in bed, side by side. Diesel was bare skin for as far as I could see with an arm thrown over Bob.
I slipped into the bathroom and changed into a T-shirt and boxers20. I tiptoed to the other side of the bed and crept in next to Bob.
"Did everything work out okay?" Diesel asked, his voice soft in the dark room.
"Yeah. We bonded them out, and then they went home together. This is probably a strange thing to say, but it was… nice. I think they really like each other."
"They're lucky."
"Is there someone like that for you? Someone you really like?"
"Right now I really like you. And I'd like you even better if you'd swap21 places with Bob."
"No way."
"Had to try," Diesel said.
At one o'clock, Diesel's cell phone rang. By the time I was awake and oriented, Diesel was in the middle of a conver-sation with the caller.
"Don't lose him," Diesel said. "Double-team if you have to and call me if he moves."
I was half sitting, propped22 on one elbow. "What was that?" I asked when Diesel put his phone back on the night table.
"Lou Delvina just rolled in. Parked in the driveway and scratched himself all the way from the car to his house. Flash said he got a good look at him through the kitchen window, and Delvina is covered with hives."
"Bernie!"
"Yeah, looks like it. Don't know how they're connected, but it can't be friendly if Delvina is scratching."
Bob had moved off the bed sometime during the night, and there was a big empty space between Diesel and me.
Diesel patted the space. "You could move over here," he said.
"I don't think so."
"It's warm and comfy."
"I'm warm enough."
"I could make you warmer."
"Jeez," I said. "You never give up."
"It's one of my better qualities."
It was bright sunshine when I opened an eye to Diesel. He was standing23 at bedside, showered and shaved and wear-ing a clean shirt.
"Where'd the clean shirt come from?" I asked.
"Flash brought me some clothes this morning."
"Where'd Flash get the clothes?"
"I don't know. Didn't ask."
"And you shaved. What's the occasion?"
"It's Valentine's Day. I wanted to be ready in case you got all romantic on me."
Valentine's Day. How could I forget! I dragged myself out of bed and looked at the clock. Nine. I did a sigh.
"Have a tough night?" Diesel asked.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"I could have made it a good night."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "I said I don't want to talk about it. I'm feeling cranky. Give me some room. And stop smiling at me with those damn dimples."
He handed me a mug of hot coffee. "I'm just trying to get your blood circulating. We have a man in motion. Lou Delvina left his house ten minutes ago. Flash is a beat be-hind him. I'm heading out. Do you want to be in on this?"
"No. Yes."
Diesel was hands on hips24, looking down at me.
"Yes," I said. "Give me a minute."
"Forty seconds would be better."
I picked some clothes off the floor and ran into the bathroom with them. I was dressed and out in record time with a hairbrush in my hand. I grabbed a ball cap off the dresser and rammed25 my feet into boots. Diesel stuffed me into my jacket and handed me a new mug of coffee, and we were out of the apartment, down the hall to the elevator.
"Bob!" I said. "What about Bob?"
"I walked him and fed him. He'll be fine. He's sleeping in a patch of sun in the dining room."
We took the 'vette with Diesel driving. He peeled out of the lot and headed west on Hamilton Avenue to Route 1. He took the Route 1 bridge into Pennsylvania, and I looked across to the Warren Street bridge, trenton makes — the WORLD TAKES was the message on the bridge. I hadn't a clue what it meant.
"How do you know where you're going?" I asked him.
"I can feel Flash in front of me. There are a couple people I connect to, and Flash is one of them. I can't al-ways connect, but it's strong today. Probably because he's excited to be on the chase."
"Can you connect to me?"
"Sometimes."
"No, I didn't bug your car. I dropped the bug into your purse. GPS is more reliable than this hocus-pocus crap. Unless it's raining. I have real problems in the rain. Noth-ing works in the rain."
We were off Route 1 and heading north toward Yardley Traffic was moderate. Diesel drove into Yardley and pulled to the side of the road.
"What's up?" I asked him.
"Lost Flash. It feels like he's behind me."
Diesel punched a number into his cell phone. "Lost you," he said. He turned in his seat and looked out the back window. "Yeah," he said, "I see the sign. Get me a couple of those glazed27 sticks and coffee." Diesel looked over at me. "Everyone stopped to get doughnuts. Do you want any-thing?"
"Double your order."
"Make that four glazed sticks and two coffees," Diesel told Flash.
Five minutes later, Diesel pulled back into traffic. "We have a visual," he said. "That's Flash in the blue Honda Civic28 in front of us. Two cars ahead of him is a black Lin-coln with Jersey29 plates. I imagine that's our man, Delvina."
We followed Flash and Delvina for an additional ten minutes, taking a road that hugged the Delaware River. There were houses on either side of the road. Large older houses on partially30 wooded lots mixed with small summer cottages. We saw the black Lincoln turn into a riverside driveway and disappear behind a six-foot-high privacy hedge. Flash slowed and parked on the shoulder one house down. We parked behind him and got out of the Vette. Flash met us halfway31 with the coffee and doughnuts.
"I don't think you've met," Diesel said. "Flash, Stephanie. Stephanie, Flash."
Flash was maybe five foot ten with spiked32 red hair and a bunch of diamond studs in his ears. He was slim, and you might place him in high school until you looked closely and saw the fine lines around his eyes. He was wearing jeans and sneakers and a ski jacket with a bunch of lift tickets hooked onto the zipper34 tag. I suspected he was a boarder.
I took a doughnut and coffee and thought this would be really nice if it was a social occasion. We stood there for a while, drinking coffee and eating doughnuts, waiting to see if the Lincoln was just dropping off or picking up. Fifteen minutes went by.
Diesel finished his coffee and put his cup into the empty doughnut bag. "Time to go to work," he said.
Flash crumpled35 his cup and added it to the bag. I tossed my remaining coffee and trashed my cup.
"There were two guys in the Lincoln," Flash said. "Del-vina and a driver. Delvina came home under his own power last night and parked in the garage. This morning, the Lin-coln picked him up. The driver looks like old muscle."
"It would be better if we could do this in the dark," Diesel said, "but I don't want to wait that long."
We were standing in front of Delvina's next-door neigh-bors house. It was a large colonial with a shake roof and cedar36 siding, no gated drive, and no privacy hedge. No lights on inside the house. There was still a dusting of snow left on the driveway. No tire tracks in the snow. The walk hadn't been salted or shoveled37. Clearly, no one was living there at this time of the year. There was a patch of woods, maybe thirty feet wide, between the two houses.
"No one's in this cedar house," I said. "We can sneak33 along the tree line and scope things out."
Diesel beeped the Vette locked, and we walked the cedar house property until Delvina's house could be seen peeking38 through the vegetation. We moved into the patch of woods to get a better look, trying to stay hidden behind scrubby evergreens39.
The Delvina house was large and rambling40. Two stories. The house had a four-car garage, but the Lincoln was parked in a circular drive, by the front door. There weren't a lot of windows on this side of the house. A small window up and a small window down. Most likely bathrooms. Interior plantation41 shutters42, closed tight. Another upstairs window with drapes. Bedroom, no doubt. A large swath of frozen lawn lay between us and the house.
"We need to see inside the house," Diesel said. "We need a head count."
"Hang tight," Flash said. "This is a job for the Flashman."
Flash ran across the lawn, plastered himself against the building, and stood listening.
"Is speed his Unmentionable thing?" I asked Diesel.
"So far as I know he's not Unmentionable. He just runs fast."
Flash was creeping around the house, periodically stop-ping and listening, looking in windows. He turned a corner and disappeared, and Diesel and I waited patiently. Five minutes passed and my patience started to evaporate.
"Chill," Diesel said to me. "He's okay."
A couple minutes later, Flash popped into view and sprinted43 across the lawn, back to us.
"Delvina and his driver are in there. They're both cov-ered with hives. They've got some kind of white cream on, but it's obviously not helping44. Annie is there. She looks okay, except she has hives, too. She's wearing an ankle bracelet45 with a long length of chain that's attached to something in another room. I think it's a powder room. I couldn't really be sure from my angle. Everyone is in the back of the house, in the family room that's part of the kitchen. And there's another guy in chains. I think it must be Bernie. I've never seen Bernie in person, but I've seen his picture, and I think this is Bernie. I can't see the birth-mark because he's also covered in hives, and his face is dot-ted with the white cream."
"That's weird," Diesel said. "Why would Bernie give him-self hives?"
"I don't know," Flash said, "but these aren't happy people. They're all talking at the same time and waving their hands around and scratching."
"Anyone else in the house?" Diesel asked.
"Not that I could see."
"I need to get in the house, and bring Annie and Bernie out," Diesel said. "I don't want to go in like gangbusters and take a chance on someone getting hurt. I need a diver-sion."
Now I knew why I'd been invited along. "I guess that would be me," I said.
Diesel handed me the keys to the 'vette. "Do a damsel in distress46 routine. If you can draw them to the front of the house, we can go in the back."
I ran to the 'vette and took the wheel. I waited until there were no cars in sight, pulled around the Civic, and right-turned hard into Delvina's drive. The property wasn't gated, but the hedge had been carved into a topiary column on either side of the driveway entrance. I deliber-ately put the 'vette into a skid47 that took out Delvina's topi-ary column and positioned the car well into the yard. I fought the airbag and lurched out of the slightly bashed-in 'vette.
I pasted what I hoped was a dazed expression on my face and started up the driveway toward the house. I was halfway there when the door opened, and Delvina's driver looked out at me.
"What the hell was that?" he asked.
I did my best lower-lip tremble, and thought about sad things like roadkill and orphaned48 birthday cakes left at the bakery, and managed to sort of get a tear going down my cheek. Truth is, the tear was a challenge, but the trembling was easy. It was starting from my knees and working its way up all by itself. For the better part of my life I'd heard sto-ries about Lou Delvina, and they all involved a lot of blood.
"I don't know what happened," I said. "All of a sudden the car went into a skid, and I h-h-hit the hedge."
Delvina appeared behind his driver, and my heart jumped into my throat.
"What the fuck happened to my hedge?" Delvina yelled.
"She skidded49 into it," his driver said.
"Sonovabitch. You know how hard it is to grow a hedge that size?"
"I'm really sorry," I said. "I must have hit some ice on the road."
Delvina was power-walking down his driveway, swinging his arms, head stuck forward. He was a sixty-year-old bandy-legged fireplug with a lot of black hair and black caterpillar50 eyebrows51. Hard to tell the normal color of his complexion52 as it was all red hives and white salve and looked to be purple under the salve.
"I don't fucking believe this," Delvina said. "Is there anything else that could friggin' go wrong? This whole week is caca."
Delvina marched past me and went straight to his hedge. "Oh jeez, just look at this," he said. "One of the plants is all broken. There's gonna be a big hole here until this grows."
I'd sort of gotten over the weak-knee thing, since I'd had a chance to check both guys out and knew they weren't packing. Maybe an ankle holster, but that didn't worry me so much. I'd seen cops try to get their gun out of an ankle holster and knew it involved a lot of swearing and hopping53 around on one foot. I figured by the time Delvina could get his gun off his ankle I'd be long gone, running down the road. In fact, I was having a hard time not going narrow-eyed and pissy because I'd gone to all the trouble to manu-facture a tear and no one was noticing. I mean, it's not every day I can pull that off.
The driver had joined Delvina. "Maybe you could do a transplant or something," the driver said. "You know, one of them grafts54."
"Christ, my wife's gonna go apeshit on this. This is gonna ruin her whole garden club standing if we can't get this fixed55." Delvina had his hand under his shirt and down the front of his pants. "Oh man, I got hives inside and out. I swear to God, you should just shoot me."
"It's them people," the driver said, scratching his ass. "They're putting the juju on us. I say we dump them in the Delaware."
Delvina looked back at the house. "You could be right.
I'm getting tired of them anyway. And I'm starting to think the heartsy-fartsy lady doesn't have what we want."
Delvina and the driver started to walk back to the house, and so far, I hadn't gotten any kind of a sign from Diesel, mystical or otherwise, that the coast was clear.
"Hey," I yelled to Delvina. "What about my car?"
"What about it?" Delvina asked. "Don't it drive? It don't look so bad to me."
"You got a cell phone, right?" the driver said. "Call your club. You got a new 'vette. You probably belong to a club. Like AAA or something."
The right side of the 'vette was scraped, and the front right light was smushed in. Pieces of hedge were stuck in the headlight and slightly crumpled hood56. I got behind the wheel and raced the motor.
Delvina and his driver were hands on hips, looking at me like I was another hive on their backside. It was cold, and they were standing there in shirtsleeves. They weren't excited about doing the backyard mechanic thing. Fortu-nately, they were full-on chauvinists who couldn't see me for anything more than a dumb bimbo. If Flash had run into the hedge, neither of them would have left the house without a nine rammed into the small of his back. Still, I was trying their patience, and it was only a matter of time before they figured it out and they went for the ankle hol-ster.
I had one eye on Delvina and one eye looking beyond him to the patch of woods. Finally Diesel emerged and gave me a thumbs-up. I did a small head nod to Diesel and blew out a sigh of relief.
"You're right," I said to Delvina. "I guess the car's okay. Sorry about your hedge." And I carefully backed up, changed gears, and rolled down the driveway and out onto the road. I had my teeth clamped into my lower lip, and I was holding my breath. Sprigs of hedge were flying off the grille, and the right front tire was making a grinding sound, but I kept going until I was around a bend in the road.
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