18 Explosive Eighteen (27 page)

My heart did a flip in my chest. “Razzle Dazzle?”

“No. My brother has him. Jason and I were eating dinner, and my asshole brother came in with his two thugs and snatched him. I don’t know how he knew Jason was here. Maybe he heard Sammy the Pig had his car stolen and put it together.” Okay, I could breathe again. “At least your brother won’t hurt Jason.”

“No, but Chester could hold Jason hostage until he agrees to show him how to hack into who knows what. And then Jason could be implicated in a crime.

Or if Jason stays here too long, Razzle Dazzle or the FBI might find him. I thought of you because you grab people al the time. I was hoping you’d help me. I figure Chester has Jason at the warehouse.” Brenda squinted at me through the smoke haze. “What happened to your hair? It’s al flat and back in a ponytail.”

“Rain,” I said. “I got caught in the rain.”

“I didn’t see any rain.”

“It must have been a rogue cloud. It drifted over me and
whoosh
there was a downpour.”

“So are we gonna stage a big rescue?” Lula asked me. “We goin’ in with guns blazin’? I would have worn my Ranger outfit if I’d known.” Lula had forsaken the black for gold. Gold tank top, hot-pink short spandex skirt, gold spike-heeled shoes. It was a wonder Razzle hadn’t taken her out with one shot. She made a real y good target.

“We’l go in with guns
not
blazing,” I said. “These aren’t hardened criminals.”

“Chester might be a little hardened,” Brenda said.

“You hear that?” Lula said to me. “A little hardened. No tel ing what we can expect. That means we need to take my Firebird, on account of I got extra ammo in my trunk.”

“Extra ammo might be good,” Brenda said. “You can never have too much ammo.”

We piled into Lula’s Firebird, and I cal ed Ranger when we reached Broad.

“Checking in,” I said to him. “I’m off the radar because I’m in Lula’s car, but I wanted you to know I’m making a sort of mercy il egal capture just north of Bordentown. I might need help.”

“Babe, you’re not off the radar. You’re wearing my watch. I know exactly where you are.” I looked down at the watch. “I forgot.”

“I’l have someone fol ow you. Let me know if you want him to go in.”

“Thanks.”

“It’s good to have a Ranger,” Lula said. “He’s like a personal Spidey.”

• • •

Lula hesitated when she got to the Bil ings warehouse lot. There were two cars parked. One was the bashed-in Lincoln. The other car was a Mercedes. Lights were on inside the building in the office area.

“What’s the plan?” Lula wanted to know. “We can’t be sel in’ Girl Scout cookies out here. Girl Scouts are supposed to be in bed by now.”

“Park at the back edge, where the Firebird won’t be so visible,” I told her. “We’l try the front door. If that doesn’t work, we’l see if we can get in through the loading dock.”

Lula parked, and we al got out.

“Hold on,” Lula said. “I’l get my ammo.” I pul ed my Glock out of my bag. “I real y don’t think we need extra.”

“Yeah, but this is good,” Lula said, opening her trunk.

I looked inside and stopped breathing for a beat.

“That’s a rocket launcher!”

“Yep,” Lula said. “It’s the big boy. I got it at a yard sale in the projects. It’s loaded for bear, too. See that mother stuck onto the end of it? It goes
KABOOM
!”

“No rocket launchers!” I told her. “Absolutely no rocket launchers. This isn’t Afghanistan.”

“We don’t have to use it,” Lula said. “We just knock on their door and show them this bitch. Then they wet their pants and hand over Jason.”

“It could work,” Brenda said. “I almost wet my pants seeing it in the trunk.”

She had a point. I had to admit, I had a moment when I first saw it, too. “I guess it might be okay, as long as we only use it to scare them.”

“Show-and-tel ,” Lula said.

Lula shouldered her rocket launcher. I had my hand wrapped around my Glock. And Brenda had her cute little girl gun. We marched up to the front door of Bil ings Gourmet Food, and I tried the doorknob. Locked. We circled the building and tried the loading-dock gates and the rol -up garage doors.

Al locked.

“I’m not going home without Jason,” Brenda said.

“I’m going in.”

“Me, too,” Lula said. “I’m right behind you.”

“How are you going in?” I asked them.

Brenda set off for the office entrance. “The front door. I’m going to ring the bel and ask for Jason.”

“And if they won’t give him to us, I’l shoot a rocket up their ass,” Lula said, fol owing her.

I had to run to catch up, and I checked the parking lot on the way. I didn’t see a Rangeman vehicle. Not good, I thought. This smel ed like disaster.

Brenda went straight to the door and put her finger to the bel . After a couple minutes, the door opened and Lancer looked out.

“Oh shit,” Lancer said.

He tried to close the door, but I already had my foot in it.

“Where’s Jason?” Brenda asked. “I want my son.”

“I dunno,” Lancer said. “He’s not here.” Brenda pushed past him into the office. “Of course he’s here. Where else would he be? My sister-in-law wouldn’t put up with him in her house.”

“Hey,” Lancer said. “You can’t come in here. It’s not office hours.”

Lula shoved past him, close on Brenda’s heels.

“S’cuse us. Outta our way.”

Lancer eyebal ed the rocket lancher and turned white. “I’m going to have to get tough now. I’m going to have to force you to leave.”

“Do you got one of these babies?” Lula asked him, patting the rocket launcher.

“No.”

“Then how you gonna force us to leave?”

“I have a gun,” Lancer said. And he pointed his gun at Lula.

“I don’t like when people point a gun at me,” Lula said. “It makes me nervous, and it’s rude. Do you see me pointing my rocket launcher at you? I don’t think so.”

“It’s rude to break into people’s private property,” Lancer said.

“It’s rude to kidnap my son,” Brenda said.

We were in a smal lobby. A hal led off to the right.

“I bet you have him down here,” Brenda said, moving along the hal , little girlie gun held out in front of her.

Lula fol owed Brenda. Lancer fol owed Lula. And I fol owed Lancer.

Brenda opened a door and looked inside.

“Warehouse,” she said. And she moved on.

I did a fast scan of the cavernous space. Rows of boxes stacked one on another. Gal on tins of olive oil on wire shelves. More boxes. An eighteen-wheeler in the garage area. No Jason.

Brenda opened a door at the far end of the hal and yelped. “Jason!”

We al ran down the hal and looked into the room.

Jason was working on his laptop. Slasher and another man were slouched into a couch, watching a smal television.

“I’m sorry, boss,” Lancer said. “I couldn’t stop them.”

“What do you mean you couldn’t stop them?” the man said. “You have a gun, don’t you? Shoot them.” Lancer hesitated.

The man stood, pul ed a gun, and pointed it at Jason. “How about this, Brenda. How about I shoot your kid if you don’t go home. He’s doing good stuff for us here, so I’l only shoot him in the leg.” Brenda went beady-eyed. “Chester, you bastard. If anyone’s going to get shot, it’s going to be you.” And before anyone could move, she fired on Chester, tagging him in the arm.

“Kil her!” Chester yel ed. “Kil her!” Lancer trained his gun on Brenda, and I tackled him from behind. We went to the floor, and his gun discharged two rounds. One zinged past Lula, and the second cut off two inches from her four-inch stiletto heel.

“
What the heck
?” Lula said, toppling over, off balance from the two-inch heel difference. “I’m hit!” she yel ed. “The asshole shot me. Woman down.

Woman down. Cal 911.”

“You’re fine,” I said to her. “You just fel off your shoe.”

“I see darkness,” Lula said. “It’s closing in on me.

There’s a tunnel of light. I see angels. No, wait a minute, there’s no angels. Shit, it’s Tony Soprano.” It wasn’t Tony Soprano. It was Chester Bil ings, roaring like a wounded bul elephant, charging across the room at Lula and Brenda. He knocked the little gun out of Brenda’s hand and grabbed the rocket launcher. Somehow in the scuffle the rocket got launched,
whooshing
across the room, punching a hole in the far wal , disappearing from view. There was an explosion that rocked the building. Plaster fel from the ceiling. Everyone was yel ing and scrambling for cover. A second smal er explosion rattled furniture, and I could see flames lick through the hole made by the rocket.

“Fire in the warehouse,” Lancer said. “The rocket must have hit a propane tank.”

Smoke poured into the windowless room, and there was a rush to evacuate. Everyone ran into the hal and scattered. Lancer, Slasher, and Bil ings ran in one direction. Lula, Brenda, and Jason ran in another. I was the last out of the room. I stepped into the hal and the lights blinked off. I was confused in the dark, choking on the smoke. An arm wrapped around me, nearly lifting me off my feet, moving me in the opposite direction. It was Ranger.

“This way,” he said, pushing me down the hal to a fire door.

He shoved the door open, and we were out of the building. I could hear emergency vehicles screaming on the approach road.

“How many people were in the building?” Ranger asked.

“Six plus me.”

Ranger was connected to Tank in the other SUV.

“Talk to me,” Ranger said.

I could hear Tank on speakerphone. “Lula disappeared into the woods behind us. I shouted at her, but she kept going. Five more people came out of the building and scattered. A woman and a young guy panicked and ran in opposite directions when a flaming chunk of roof landed next to them. The woman is hiding behind the Dumpster. We tried to get her, but she shot at us. The guy is out there somewhere. Looked like he had a computer. Three men jumped into a Mercedes and took off.”

“Everyone’s out of the building,” Ranger said to me. “Let’s move, unless you want to talk to the police.”

“No!”

He grabbed my hand and pul ed me at a flat-out run across the lot, over a grassy median that separated Bil ings Gourmet Food from the neighboring

business,

Dot

Plumbing.

Two

Rangeman SUVs sat at idle in the shadow of the Dot building. Ranger got behind the wheel of one, and the second fol owed us to the edge of the lot, lights off.

Flames were shooting from the top of the Bil ings warehouse. Police cars slid to a stop in the lot. Fire trucks rumbled in.

“Did you cal the fire and police?” I asked Ranger.

“No. I didn’t have to. The explosion blew the roof off the building. It could be seen for miles. And my control room heard the fire alert go in from Bil ings’s security system.”

“I don’t see Lula’s car in the lot.”

“I had Hal move it. He’s on the road in front of us.” Ranger pul ed onto the service road and Lula jumped out of a clump of bushes, waving her arms and yel ing. She had one shoe on and one shoe off, leaves were stuck in her soot-smudged pink-and-yel ow hair, and her gold sequined tank top was blinding in Ranger’s headlights.

“It’s Lula Sunshine,” Ranger said, stopping to let her jump into the SUV.

“Holy cow. Holy crap. Holy moly,” Lula said. “That was freakin’ scary. And look what that idiot did to my shoe. These are genuine Louboutin knock-offs.

Where am I gonna get another shoe to match this?” Ranger turned onto Route 295, and Lula sat forward in her seat.

“What about my car?” Lula asked. “We can’t leave my baby here. It’l get ashes al over it. That sucker went up like a whatdoyoucal it? An inferno.”

“Hal has the Firebird,” Ranger said. “He’s taking it back to Trenton.”

“Real y? Wow. Hal’s a sweetie,” Lula said. “I’m gonna have to do something real nice for him.” The corners of Ranger’s mouth twitched into a smal smile.

“Gutter head,” I said to him.

That turned the twitch to a ful -on smile.

A police car blew past us, lights flashing.

Lula had her nose to the window. “I think that was Brenda’s kid behind the wheel of the cop car!”

• • •

A half hour later, Ranger and I were parked in my lot.

Lula was gone. She’d retrieved her Firebird and was meeting Hal at a downtown bar to show him her appreciation.

“Thanks for rescuing me,” I said to Ranger.

“I sent Hal and Rafael to keep an eye on you, and I went to check on a commercial account in Whitehorse. Rafael cal ed to tel me Lula went in with a rocket launcher, so I skipped Whitehorse. I pul ed into the lot seconds before you destroyed Bil ings Foods.”

“It was an accident,” I said.

He looked at my hair. “And?”

“Professional necessity. I had to get information out of a hairdresser.”

“I knew the explanation would be worthwhile.” He checked his watch. “I’d like to stay and seduce you, but I have to backtrack to Whitehorse. Someone managed to hack into the alarm system and clean out a computer store we’re supposed to be protecting.”