Lean Mean Thirteen (Stephanie Plum 13)

I gathered my files together, turned my computer off, and called Ranger.

“Yo,” Ranger said.

“Yo yourself. Dickie's disappeared.”

“That's what I hear.”

“I have a few questions.”

“It wouldn't be smart to answer those questions on the phone,” Ranger said.

“I'm going out with Lula this morning to look for Diggery, but maybe we can get together this afternoon.”

“Keep your eyes open for the snake.”

And Ranger disconnected.

I bundled myself up in my big quilted coat, scarf, and gloves, took the elevator to the lobby, and pushed out into the cold. I walked to the burgundy Crown Vic and gave it a kick to the driver's side door with my boot.

“I hate you,” I said to the car.

I got in, cranked the engine over, and drove to the office.

Lula came out when I drove up. She wrenched the passenger side door open and looked in at me. “What the heck is this?”

“A Crown Vic.”

“I know it's a Crown Vic. Everybody knows a Crown Vic. What are you doing driving one? Three days ago, you were driving an Escape.”

“A tree fell on it. It was totaled.”

“Must have been a big tree.”

“Are you going to get in?”

“I'm weighing the consequences. People see me in this they think I'm arrested… again. It's gonna be damaging to my good reputation. Even without that, it'll be humiliating. Hard enough being hot without overcoming a humiliating automotive experience. I got a image to think about.”

“We could use your car.”

“Yeah, but suppose by some miracle you catch Diggery? I'm not putting his moldy ass in my Firebird.”

“Well, I'm not driving to Bordentown in this POS all by myself. I'll buy you lunch if you'll get in the car.”

Lula slid onto the passenger seat and buckled up. “I got a craving for a Cluck Burger Deluxe today. And a large fries. And maybe one of them Clucky Apple Pies.”

I had sixteen dollars and fifty-seven cents in my purse, and it had to last me until I brought in a skip and got a new infusion of money. Two-fifty for a Cluck Burger Deluxe. A dollarfifty for fries. Another dollar for the pie. Then she'd need a drink. And I'd get a bargain-meal cheeseburger for ninety-nine cents. That would give me ten dollars left for an emergency. Good thing Morelli was bringing dinner.

I took Hamilton to Broad and headed south. I thought I was hearing a strange grinding sound coming from under the hood, so I turned the radio up.

“You're not gonna guess what Connie picked up on the police band this morning,” Lula said. “Dickie's missing, and it don't look good. There was blood and bullets all over the place. Hope you got a alibi.”

“I was with Morelli.” Earlier in the evening.

"Don't come much better than that” Lula said.

“Did you hear if they have any suspects?”

“You mean besides you?”