“Nope. Not me. No siree. No way.”
He raised his eyebrows.
“I'm not magic,” I said. Sending me after Ranger would be like sending the chicken out to hunt down the fox.
Morelli was slouched against the door. “I need to talk to him.”
“Are you investigating the fire?”
“No. This is something else.”
“Something else that's related to the fire? Like the hole in Homer Ramos's head?”
Morelli grinned. “You ask a lot of questions.”
“Yeah, but I'm not getting any answers. Why isn't Ranger answering his page? What's his involvement here?”
“He had a late-night meeting with Ramos. They were caught on a lobby security camera. The building is locked up at night, but Ramos had a key. He arrived first, waited ten minutes for Ranger, then opened the door for him. The two of them crossed the lobby and took the elevator to the third floor. Thirty-five minutes later Ranger left alone. And ten minutes after that, the fire alarm went off. Forty-eight hours' worth of tape has been run, and according to the tape no one else was in the building with Ranger and Ramos.”
“Ten minutes is a long time. Give him three more to ride the elevator or take the stairs. Why didn't the alarm go off sooner, if Ranger started the fire?”
“No smoke detector in the office where Ramos was found. The door was closed, and the smoke detector was in the hall.”
“Ranger isn't stupid. He wouldn't let himself get caught on videotape if he was going to kill someone.”
“It was a hidden camera.” Morelli eyed my doughnut. “You going to eat that?”
I broke the doughnut in half and gave him a piece. I popped the other into my mouth. “Was an accelerant used?”
“Small amount of lighter fluid.”
“You think Ranger did it?”
“Hard to say with Ranger.”
“Connie said Ramos was shot.”
“Nine millimeter.”
“So you think Ranger is hiding from the police?”
“Allen Barnes is the primary on the homicide investigation. Everything he's got so far leads to Ranger. If he brought Ranger in for questioning, he could probably hold him for a while based on priors, like the carrying charge. No matter how you look at it, sitting in a cell isn't in Ranger's best interest right now. And if Barnes has Ranger nailed as his number one suspect, there's a good chance Alexander Ramos has reached the same conclusion. If Ramos thought Ranger blew Homer away, Ramos wouldn't wait for justice to be served by the court.”
The doughnut was sitting in a big lump in my throat. “Or maybe Ramos has already gotten to Ranger . . .”
“That's a possibility, too.”
Shit. Ranger is a mercenary with a strong code of ethics that doesn't necessarily always correspond to current popular thinking. He came on board as my mentor when I first started working for Vinnie, and the relationship has evolved to include friendship, which is limited by Ranger's lone-wolf lifestyle and my desire for survival. And, truth is, there's been a growing sexual attraction between us which scares the hell out of me. So my feelings for Ranger were complicated to begin with, and now I added a sense of doom to the list of unwanted emotions.
Morelli's pager beeped. He looked at the readout and sighed. “I have to go. If you run across Ranger, pass my message on to him. We really need to talk.”
“It'll cost you.”
“Dinner?”
“Fried chicken,” I said. “Extra greasy.”
I watched him angle out of the car and cross the street. I enjoyed the view until he was out of sight, and then I turned my attention back to the files. I knew Moon Man Dunphy. I'd gone to school with him. No problem there. I just had to go pry him away from his television set.