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I crossed the street and ducked under the tape. I tried the double glass door, but found it locked. Inside, the lobby seemed relatively unscathed. Lots of grimy water and smoke-smudged walls, but no visible fire damage.
I turned and looked at the surrounding buildings. Office buildings, stores, a deli-style restaurant on the corner.
Hey, Ranger, are you out there?
Nothing. No psychic moment.
I ran back to the car, locked myself in, and hauled out my cell phone. I dialed Ranger's number and waited through two tings before his answering machine picked up. My message was brief: "Are you okay?"
I disconnected and sat there for a few minutes, feeling breathless and hollow-stomached. I didn't want Ranger to be dead. And I didn't want him to have killed Homer Ramos. Not that I cared a fig about Bamos, but whoever killed him would pay, one way or another.
Finally I put the car in gear and drove away. A half-hour later I was standing in front of Lenny Dale's door, and apparently the Dales were at it again because there was a lot of shouting going on inside the apartment. I shifted foot to foot in the third-floor hall, waiting for a lull in the racket. When it came, I knocked. This led to another shouting match, over who was going to get the door.
I knocked again. The door was flung open, and an old man stuck his head out at me. "Yeah?"
"Lenny Dale?"
"You're looking at him, sis."
He was mostly nose. The rest of his face had shrunk away from that eagle's beak, his bald dome was dotted with liver spots, and his ears were oversized on his mummified head. The woman behind him was gray-haired and doughy, with tree-trunk legs stuffed into Garfield the Cat bedroom slippers.
"What's she want?" the woman yelled. "What's she want?"
"If you'd shut up I'd find out!" he yelled back. "Yammer, yammer, yammer. That's all you do."
"I'll give you yammer, yammer," she said. And she smacked him on top of his shiny skull.
Dale wheeled around and clocked her square on the side of her head.
"Hey!" I said. "Stop that!"
"I'll give you one, too," Dale said, jumping at me, fist raised.
I put my hand out to ward him off, and he stood statue still for a moment, frozen in the raised-fist position. His mouth opened, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he fell over stiff as a board and crashed to the floor.
I knelt beside him. "Mr. Dale?"
His wife toed him with Garfield. "Hunh," she said. "Guess he had another one of them heart attacks."
I put my hand to his neck and couldn't find a pulse.
"Oh, jeez," I said.
"Is he dead?"
"Well, I'm no expert ..."
"He looks dead to me."
"Call 911 and I'll try CPR." Actually I didn't know CPR, but I'd seen it done on television, and I was willing to give it a shot.
"Honey," Mrs. Dale said, "you bring that man back to life and I'll hit you with the meat mallet until your head looks like a veal patty." She bent over her husband. "Anyway, look at him. He's dead as a doorknob. A body couldn't get any deader."
I was afraid she was right. Mr. Dale didn't look good.
An elderly woman came to the open door. "What's happening? Lenny have another one of them heart attacks?" She turned and yelled down the hall. "Boger, call 911. Lenny had another heart attack."
Within seconds the room was filled with neighbors, commenting on Lenny's condition and asking questions. How did it happen? And was it fast? And did Mrs. Dale want a turkey noodle casserole for the wake?
Sure, Mrs. Dale said, a casserole would be nice. And she wondered if Tootie Greenberg could make one of those poppyseed cakes like she did for Moses Schultz.
Copyright © 2000 Evanovich, Inc.. All rights reserved. Used by permission of the publisher, St Martins Press
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