Connie went back into the office, and I looked the car door over for crowbar damage.
Ranger parked behind me and walked over. “What’s going on?”
“Someone tried to break into the Buick.”
“The Buick is enchanted,” Ranger said. “It’s impervious to damage and breaking and entering. Why would someone want to steal it?”
“It’s a classic.”
“Besides that.”
“He was after the tiki in the backseat. It’s sort of his.”
“I have good news and bad news,” Ranger said. “What do you want to hear first?”
“The good news.”
“Actually I lied about the good news. It’s all bad. Kinsey got another message. This time it was written on his living room wall. He found it when he came home from the hospital.”
“You didn’t get one?”
“No. I feel neglected.”
“It would be hard to get to your living room,” I said. “Being that it’s in a building more secure than the Pentagon.”
“You managed to get in.”
“You allowed me in.”
Ranger smiled. “I don’t have a lot of fun. I can’t afford to waste an opportunity.”
“You threatened to throw me out the window!”
“I was playing.”
“You weren’t playing when you got in bed next to me.”
“No,” he said. “The play ended.”
We considered that for a moment, and I thought it best to move on.
“Is there more bad news?” I asked him.
“Kinsey and his fiancée are worried the wedding has a bull’s-eye on it.”
“Good thought. I’d be worried too.”
“Glad you understand the problem, because they want to replace one of the bridesmaids with you. They thought it was a good idea to have someone undercover, close to the bride.”
“No. No, no, no. I don’t want to be a bridesmaid. Been there, done that. I’ll have to wear some awful dress, and it won’t fit me. And I’ll have to do that stupid step, stop, step, stop all the way down the church aisle. And there’s the rehearsal dinner.”
“You’ll be on the payroll,” Ranger said.
“You couldn’t pay me enough.”
“Babe, everyone has a price.”
I locked eyes with him. “What about you? Do you get to be a bridesmaid too?”