“When I pulled into the lot, Ranger was waiting. He was all in black. Sleeveless black T-shirt and black fatigue-type pants. He was leaning against a gleaming black Mercedes that had enough antennae on it to get to Mars. I parked several spaces away so my exhaust wouldn't tarnish his finish.“Your car?” I asked. As if anyone else could possibly belong to this car.“Life's been good to me.” His eyes slid to my Nova. “Nice paint job,” he said. “You been on Stark Street?”“Yes, and they stole my radio....”“Heh, heh, heh. Good of you to make a contribution to the less fortunate.”“I'm willing to contribute the entire car, but no one wants it.”“Just 'cause the dudes be crazy don't mean they be stupid.” He nodded toward Morelli's apartment. “Doesn't seem like anyone's home, so we'll have to do the unguided tour.”“Is this illegal?”“Hell no. We got the law, babe. Bounty hunters can do anything. We don't even need a search warrant.” He buckled a black nylon webbed gun belt around his waist and shoved his 9 mm Glock into it.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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