“He refused to call his parents, and he had no one else he could ask.”
“There’s more,” Connie said. “I know you. You have that look.”
“What look?”
“The look like you want to poke your eye out with a sharp stick.”
I slumped into the uncomfortable plastic chair in front of her desk. “I put up his bail.”
“Excuse me?”
“It was small. I put it on my credit card. I couldn’t just leave him there. The man is a car crash. He has all these allergies and insecurities. And he has PTSD.”
“Jeez. Don’t drive past the Humane Society on your way home. You’ll go home with a box of kittens.”
“He hums,” I said to Connie. “Parts of songs. Over and over. And sometimes he hums nothing.”
Connie took my body receipt and wrote out a check for the capture. “My Uncle Big used to hum like that,” she said. “One day he was humming, and someone shot him… twelve times.”
“Because he was humming?”
“Maybe, but he was also trying to hijack a truck full of sneakers.”
“Is he still humming?”
“You don’t hum after taking twelve gunshots,” Connie said. “Not ever.”
I stuffed the check into my bag and headed out. I stopped at the door and looked back at Connie. “You haven’t, by any chance, seen a woman my age and my height, dressed in black, with freshly ironed long brown hair and perfectly applied fake eyelashes on her big brown eyes?”
“Gabriela?”
“You know her?”
“She was here earlier today. She wanted information on Charlie Shine. She knew we bonded him out.”
“Do you know her last name? Who is she?”
“She didn’t give a last name. Just Gabriela. She didn’t say much. She’s looking for Shine, and she knew we were, too.”
“What did you tell her?”
“That he was in the wind. She already had his police file. I’m guessing she’s a PI or maybe an insurance investigator. Shine probably has a bunch of people looking for him.”
I left the office wondering why Gabriela was interested in Shine. It didn’t bode well. If she found him before I did, I’d be out bond money and the chance to extract information about the treasure’s location. Even worse, what if Gabriela wasn’t actually after Shine, but the treasure? What if she was out to steal the treasure from underneath Grandma and me?
CHAPTER SEVEN
I left my apartment at nine thirty and drove to Henry Street. I was meeting Ranger in a parking lot, and I expected to take part in a burglary. I had no further information. I wasn’t sure of the dress requirements, so I went with basic black. Black sweatshirt. Black T-shirt. Dark jeans. Black sneakers.
A Rangeman SUV was already parked in the bakery lot when I arrived. There was a Rangeman driver behind the wheel, and Ranger and his tech guy, Ramone, were standing beside the SUV, waiting for me. Both men were in black fatigues without the Rangeman logo. Both men were wearing black ball caps. No logo.
Ranger was wearing a utility belt that held a Maglite, a knife, and a gun. Possibly the belt held other tools of his trade, but I couldn’t identify them. Ramone had a small backpack slung over one shoulder. I’d watched Ramone apply his skills on a couple of other occasions, and I knew he had various gizmos and probably explosives in the pack. He was a crack shot, an electronics genius, a master safecracker, and, like most of Ranger’s specialists, Ramone was comfortable on both sides of the law.
“Hey,” I said by way of greeting.
“Hey,” Ramone said.
Ranger gave a barely perceptible nod.