“I’m waiting for Lula. She’s going to take me to pick up Big Blue.”
“I have a car coming in for you, but I won’t have it until later today. I’ll find you and swap Blue out for it when it arrives.”
“How will you find me if I don’t carry one of your trackers?”
“I’ll call you on your cellphone.”
I hung up and looked through my messenger bag one more time. I didn’t believe for an instant that he wasn’t tracking me somehow. Undoubtedly he had something stuck onto the Buick, but I knew in my gut there was something else.
I looked at the phone in my hand and dialed him back.
“Have you hacked my cellphone?” I asked him.
“Babe,” Ranger said. And he disconnected.
Lula swung the Firebird into the lot to my building, stopped in front of the lobby door, and I jumped in.
“How’d you manage to get a fire truck to run over that cute little car Ranger gave you?” she asked me.
“I wanted to see if Randy Berger had any Venetian blind cord lying around, and while I was in his apartment I accidentally started a fire. And then the fire truck accidentally ran over Ranger’s car.”
“So I’m thinking you’re not working as a butcher anymore.”
“That would be good thinking.”
“You got any other places you want to look for Venetian blind cord?”
“Randy stores things in a garage behind his deli. I wouldn’t mind taking a look in the garage.”
I had Lula drive past the front of Berger’s Bits. Lights were on inside, and the OPEN sign was in the door. Either he hadn’t been arrested, or else he was already out on bail. If he was released on bail he hadn’t used Vinnie as his agent.
Lula parked behind the pet groomer two stores down from the deli, and we walked the short distance to the garage.
“Looks sturdy,” Lula said.
Sturdy was an understatement. It was a bomb shelter. Big enough for a single car. Cinderblock construction. No windows. Metal roll-down door secured with a padlock.
“What’s he keep in here?” Lula asked. “This is like Fort Knox. Maybe he’s got gold in here.”
“I don’t suppose you have any bolt cutters with you?” I asked her.
“Darn,” Lula said. “I left them in my other purse. You want me to shoot the lock off?”
“No! I don’t want to attract attention.”
“Well, I don’t see how you’re gonna get in here. I think we need another activity. Like we could go look for Kevin.”
“Or you could drive me to the personal products plant and I could apply for a job there.”
“No way. I’m not taking you there. That’s a terrible idea. What kind of job you looking for?”
“The line. I could run the boxing machine for the sanitary napkins.”
“You’ll rip your arm off. You’re not good with machines. You’ll get your shirt caught in some moving part, and next thing you won’t have one of your arms. And besides, you gotta come back to the bonds office so I don’t have to work with Joyce Barnhardt. If I have to work with Barnhardt, I’ll have to kill her, and then I might go to jail, and a orange jumpsuit isn’t a good look for me.”
“I need a job. I’m down to two dollars and seventy-five cents.”
“That’s enough for a value meal at Cluck-in-a-Bucket. You could get a Clucky Burger and a Coke for that. I bet you didn’t have no breakfast, and that’s why you got that pale desperate look to you.”
“I have that pale desperate look because I have a hangover, and I’m broke, and unemployed.”
“In that case you should add fries. Nothing gets rid of a hangover better than cheap-ass fries and a Coke. What were you drinking to get a hangover?”
“Peach schnapps.”
“Girl, no one should ever drink peach schnapps.”
We returned to Lula’s car and drove to Cluck-in-a-Bucket. I got the value meal with fries, and Lula got everything else on the menu.
“How can you eat all that food?” I asked her. “It’s not even a meal for you. It’s a snack.”
“I got a high metabolism. And I gotta keep my strength up in case we get into some dangerous situation. For instance, you need money, and one way you could get it is for us to snag Antwan and haul his butt back to jail. I wouldn’t want to do that on a empty stomach.”
“We didn’t have a whole lot of success at snagging him last time.”
“Yeah, but we got the advantage this time. We could sneak up on him, on account of he’s probably not hearing so good since you blew his ear to kingdom come. And noon is coming up. He’s probably at the basketball court. Even if he don’t feel like playing with just one ear I bet he still goes there. If you’re part of a group like that you gotta show up no matter what or they trash-talk you.”