Takedown Twenty(25)

“That wasn’t no fun,” Grandma said. “We’re here watching Rita fix Sunny a grilled cheese sandwich.”

“Uh-oh,” Lula said. “I think they see us.”

Lula and Grandma jumped away from the window, there was shouting inside the house, and the back door crashed open. Lula grabbed Grandma by the hand and yanked her at a flat-out run around the side of the house. Lula was in four-inch spike-heel ’ho boots, and Grandma was in red and white Vans, and all things considered they were making good progress at beating a retreat.

Sunny came through the door first with a gun in his hand. I tackled him from the side, knocking the gun away, taking us both to the ground.

“Step away or I’ll shoot,” Rita said.

“You can’t shoot,” I told her. “This isn’t a home invasion. I’m in your yard.”

“Easier to clean up the blood,” Rita said.

I heard the ratchet of a shotgun, and I rolled away from Sunny. I scrambled to my feet and was about to take off when Sunny came at me. He barreled into me, there was a shotgun blast, and Sunny yelped and went down to one knee.

“You fucking idiot,” he yelled at Rita. “You shot me!”

“You got in the way,” Rita said. “Stay down.”

I saw her shoulder the shotgun, and I ran around the corner. I was halfway across the street when Rita’s front door burst open and she squeezed off her second shot. A bunch of pellets pinged against the Firebird, but I didn’t get hit. I dove into the backseat, and Lula took off.

“Boy, that was something,” Grandma said. “That was way better than Bingo.”





NINE




I WAS ON the couch, in front of the television, enjoying a glass of wine, when Ranger knocked once and walked in. Every part of Ranger is perfectly hinged and in perfect proportion. When he walks into a room his stride is fluid and self-assured. His athleticism is unconscious. He relaxed back into the overstuffed chair opposite me.

“Pretty,” he said.

“The wine?”

“You.”

I was wearing a white T-shirt and striped pajama bottoms with a drawstring waist. My feet were bare and my hair was down and disorderly.

“This would be perfect if we were in my apartment and not yours, and you were spending the night,” he said.

“I didn’t know you were interested in that.”

“I’m always interested in that,” Ranger said. “I’m just not willing to pay the price right now.”

I felt my eyes go wide. “Right now?”

“Probably never,” Ranger said. “How did it go tonight?”

“We sort of got kicked out of Bingo.”

“Babe.”

“Lula got into a fight with Mildred Frick. You don’t want to know the details.”

“Did you learn anything helpful?” Ranger asked.

“I can honestly say I didn’t see anyone there that I could suspect of murdering the women. Okay, maybe Mildred Frick, but she would be a long shot.”

“Was there any talk of the murdered women?”

“Not that I heard. Bingo is serious stuff at the Senior Center. You get your cards set up, you hunker down and concentrate. There’s not a lot of chitchat.”

“Men?”

“I counted seven. None of them looked robust enough to heave a body into a Dumpster.”

“Did any of them look robust enough to persuade a woman to empty her bank account?”

“Hard to say. You can’t always tell with old people. You think they have one foot in the grave, and next thing they’re ramming you with a shopping cart at Costco.”

Ranger stood, crossed the room, and pulled me to my feet. He slid his hands under my T-shirt and leaned in to kiss me.

“Um,” I said.

He stopped a fraction of an inch away from my mouth. “ ‘Um’?”

“What about paying the price?”

“I wasn’t going to pay the price.”

“Okay, but you have to be careful of my finger. You noticed it, right?”

“You’re carrying a tracking device in your messenger bag,” Ranger said. “I called the hospital when you checked in.”

“You planted a bug in my messenger bag?”

“Is that news?”

It wasn’t news. Ranger tracked me all the time. Sometimes I was relieved to be rescued from a crazed killer, and sometimes it was an invasive annoyance.

“I guess it’s not news,” I told him.

“Would you like me to stop tracking you?”

“Would it do any good if I said yes?”

He smiled. “No.” He took the remote from the coffee table and shut the television off. He closed the distance between us and kissed me.