Chapter 79.5 Information from the strangest places
Ram’s POV—Monday Afternoon
Another day, another schedule. I wonder if Hector has a program to do this automatically. Again, staffing is tight. Hal planned to hire an entire class of RangeMan recruits today, but Junior and I will do it later this week.
This op has to end soon. As soon as we get our men back, they leave again. I understand Hal’s frustration now. We have the crown. We have to keep the crown and not having our leadership here is killing us.
My phone rings.
“Yo.” Cal.
“Yo.”
“Angie’s looking for the CO.”
I stare at the phone. “What?”
“She says she has info.”
Sigh. What could this possibly be about? “10-4. Send her up.”
I leave my office and walk to the elevator. Moments later, it dings and the tiny, ten-year-old form of Angela Marie Wilcox walks onto the floor hand in hand with Cal. Cal is red. Angie, well, it’s not hand in hand. It’s hand in ‘ten-year-old-wrapped-tight-around-arm’. I have to remember not to laugh. I look at Cal, who grimaces.
“Binky.”
OK. As long as the lobby is covered. I crouch down and look at Angie. “Angela?”
She smiles at me. “Hi,” she says shyly.
“Hi. I’m Ram.”
Her eyes widen and she runs at me. OK, I’m never going to admit she caught me off guard. I’m just going to say that even a ten-year-old can knock you over if you aren’t expecting it. I hear a few chuckles and Cal towers over me, a huge grin on his face. He looks up and over to the bullpen. “Put that on repeat.”
Open laughter. I sit up, Angie in my lap, and smile at her. “OK, it’s not every day I get taken down by a ten year old”—more laughs—”but thank you. What did I do to earn that?”
“I don’t know,” she says quietly, “but apparently you scared the crap outta my dad. He’s now calling us once a week to say hey. And Mom’s happy about the child support. So I don’t know what you did, but you’re my hero.”
There’s silence on the floor. I can’t help but grin and, when I look up, I see lots of happy smiles around me.
RangeMan. We take care of our own. Especially if they’re underage and it’s not their fault.
“I didn’t do anything except remind your daddy that he has two precious little girls.” I stand her up and hop up off the floor. “So, you came to visit to say thank you?”
She shakes her head. “Nope, it’s more important. It’s about RangeMan.”
The floor is quiet. “Is this something you need to tell me in private?”
She looks around, biting her lip, then shakes her head. “I don’t know. Albert says RangeMen can be trusted. They’re not afraid of anyone.” We’re all trying not to laugh. Albert Kloughn is afraid of his own shadow, but it’s nice to see he appreciates us. “I know Cal and Hal and you. I don’t know who to tell this to though.”
Cal crouches down. “You said it’s related to Ranger?” She nods. “OK, then Ram would be best. You feel OK just being with him and maybe Ella?” She nods. “OK kiddo. I’ll stick around up here so when you’re done, come find me.”
She grins big, a huge smile across her tiny face. “OK, Cal!” She rubs the skull on his forehead (I can’t laugh, I can’t laugh) and turns to me. “I don’t know how important this is but I thought I better tell you fast.”
“OK.” I see Zip approaching and I wave for him to follow me. “We’ll talk about it. Let’s get comfortable.”
We walk to my office and Zip walks in. “Hey, Angie! Ella wants to know if you want some cookies.”
“Yes, please!” She hops into one of my side chairs and sits straight up, ramrod, and smiles. I close the door and make a note on where I am in the scheduling.
“OK, before we start, do your parents know where you are?” I ask. She shakes her head. “OK, I’m going to call them so they don’t worry.”
I’ve already pulled my info cards on Val Kloughn (SharePoint is a wonderful thing) and call her cell.
“Hello?” Val sounds frazzled.
“Valerie Kloughn? This is Ram Sinclair of RangeMan.”
“Oh god, is Angie with you? Is she OK? Is she hurt?” she asks in rapid-fire succession. She yells to someone “I think she’s at RangeMan!” before returning to the phone. “I’m on my way.” Click.
I look at the phone and smile. “Well, that’s taken care of.” We laugh and I pull a notepad. “OK, Angie, how did you get here?”
“Cab.”
“Cab?”
She nods. “The cabbie picked me up and he recognized me because of Grandpa Plum.” She frowns. “I couldn’t figure out any other way to get here that wouldn’t mean my parents were called before I got here.”
I’m having heartburn and I’m not even a parent. Jesus Christ. Plum women. They trust everyone.
I get comfortable in my seat. “OK, hit me with it.”
She bites her lip. “OK. So my class had a field trip to the State House today and we were supposed to pay attention to the history and all that stuff but it was boring and I was at the edge of the group and I overheard these guys talking about making strikes against RangeMan and one guy said they were untouchable legally and the other guys said that no one is untouchable and there had to be a way to get leverage and that they could start with Aunt Steph cuz she’s stupid and that made me mad because Aunt Steph isn’t stupid she just has bad luck but anyway they want to go after the company and her because Ranger is doing something and people are being put away and Joe Morelli has disappeared and they think Ranger killed him and someone said that Ranger’s doing something illegal but I know that’s not true because if he was then Aunt Steph wouldn’t like him and they started talking about auditors and legal warrants and searches and all kinds of legal stuff and I tried to pay attention and remember but it was a lot of big words and I wrote stuff down but I don’t know if it’s spelled right.”
She finally takes a breath.
So do I.
Out of the mouth of babes. Screw RangeMan intel networks. The Burg is the shit!
“OK . . .” I say slowly. “Angie, I’m going to ask someone else to join us over the phone, OK? Manny needs to hear this because he’s a former cop. He’ll know what questions to ask. Are you OK with that?”
She bites her lip, looking nervous. “He’s a RangeMan?” I nod. “OK. I’ll talk to him.”
I dial Manny. “Yo!”
“Yo.” Manny sounds nervous. What’s that about? “What’s up?”
“Have a moment? New intel from Angie Wilcox.”
“Steph’s niece?”
“Yeah. You need to hear this.”
“Go on.” I put the phone on speaker. “Hey, Angie! You decided to come visit us?”
She smiles at the phone. “Yes. I had news I thought I better tell someone.”
“OK, repeat it for me.”
She repeats everything she overheard and at the end Manny is silent. “OK, so I have just a few questions, Angie. Will you answer them?”
“Yes,” she says, sitting up. There’s a knock at the door and Ella pokes her head in with a tray of cookies, a pitcher of milk and glasses. I hop up and take the tray.
“Thank you, Miss Ella!”
Ella smiles. “You’re very welcome. Now, don’t eat so many you spoil your dinner. And I’ve wrapped up some cookies for you to take home to your sisters, OK?”
“OK!” Angie takes a cookie, I pour two glasses of milk and we enjoy our cookies for a moment. Cookies . . . Angie could become a welcome visitor, like her aunt, if it encourages Ella to make cookies.
“OK, so Angie, how many men were there?” Manny asks.
She thinks. “Three, then another man joined them.”
“And they talked about making strikes against us?”
“Yes.” She nods and takes another bite of her cookie.
“Do you remember exactly what they said?”
She screws up her tiny face, thinking. “I know they talked about warrants to search for stuff because one of the men asked what they could search for and the other man said , ‘We’ll think some shit up!'” She covers her mouth and looks scared, but I grin and motion for her to continue. “I know they talked about audits because the man doing all the talking said that they could request a bunch of stuff and give an impossible date and you’d still have to come up with it and if you don’t, you have to make the system available to them to search for it so that was one way to search for what they wanted.”
I’m sitting back thinking that the Burg gossip chain is great training to become a spy. Angie’s memory is excellent.
“Do you remember what they said about warrants?” Manny asks. I hand her another cookie.
Angie thinks hard. “Well, there were two things. They want to find Mr. Morelli and they want to find a woman so they want to search here for his blood.” Angie swallows hard and looks at me, and Manny answers the question before she even asks.
“Joe Morelli is fine. He’s alive as far as we know. He’s working a case in California.”
Her entire body relaxes and she smiles. “I know. That’s what everyone says. Well, that or that he’s dead because Aunt Steph hangs out at RangeMan all the time and Mr. Hector is her partner but Grandma tells me to ignore all that because Mr. Hector is a nice man and maybe someday Ranger and Aunt Steph will finally marry and have babies.”
She finally starts eating her cookie and drinks her milk. I refill her glass and smile at her milk mustache while snorting mentally.
Well, at least Mrs. Plum isn’t hassling Steph about it. Mrs. Plum can dream. We do. Relationship. Not so much the babies, although a mini-Ranger or mini-Bombshell might not be so bad. Mijo is beloved in the company and Atlanta considers him theirs. He humanizes Hector, about the only thing that does. I’m still in shock over the way they interacted in Atlanta. Hector Manuel is definitely the most precious person in the world to Hector.
“OK, so they want to search here for Det. Morelli’s body?”
She shakes her head. “No, they want a list of your safe houses?” She looks at me and I nod. “Yeah. Safe houses. They think you killed him at one of those and buried his body.”
I roll my eyes mentally and send a finger to these unknown assholes. We’re mercenaries, not amateurs.
“And the woman?”
“They want her dead. That’s what scared me and made me try to figure out how to get here to tell someone.”
I sit back. Juana’s definitely in danger. She knows too much.
“OK, you said they think Ranger’s doing something illegal?” She nods before remembering Manny can’t see her.
“Yes. They said good cops are being thrown in jail.”
“And they want to go after your Aunt Steph?”
“Yeah.” She sits straight up. “I wanted to kick him! Aunt Steph’s not stupid. She just has really bad luck! They think she’s stupid but Aunt Steph is smart or she wouldn’t have caught all those people when she worked alone.”
We both laugh and I hold my hand up for a high five. Angie high fives me and takes another cookie.
“I agree with you, Angie. Your aunt is very smart. Now, did they say anything about what they intended to do to her?”
“No. They just said they needed to get her and I’m tired of people kidnapping Aunt Steph. Every time they do, Grandma Plum drinks more until she returns.”
We sober. Helen Plum’s drinking is getting out of hand. I’m taping this call and I’m thinking that perhaps Helen Plum should hear this portion.
“OK, Angie. You’ve given us a lot of information to keep your aunt and the other woman safe.”
“Do you know who she is?”
I smile and nod. Manny answers, “Yes, we do and we’ve already moved her to a safe place.”
Angie exhales and sits back in the chair. Finally, she smiles. “I knew I was doing the right thing. RangeMen always do the right thing. You’ve already protected the woman.”
I’m grinning. There’s nothing better than hearing a childlike faith in your abilities to remind you of why you put yourself in danger to protect others.
“That’s right,” Manny says softly. “The woman is already safe and protected, Angie, but I thank you for coming to RangeMan today and telling us all this. You’ve probably saved the lives of a lot of other people.”
“Really?” she says, leaning forward, smiling.
“Really,” Manny and I reply in unison.
Valerie Kloughn looks frazzled and upset. She’s pacing in Conference 6, our smallest conference room. While we were talking to Angie, Cal collected the Plums, Edna Mazur and Albert Kloughn so I could speak to them.
“Angela! Why on earth did you sneak away from your school group? Everyone is looking for you!” Valerie Kloughn begins to harangue her daughter, but I raise my hands for silence and shut the door.
“Please sit.”
Everyone sits and I consider how to discuss this.
“I’m sure you’re upset about Angie’s disappearance from her field trip today. So are we, but the important part is that she headed for safety immediately and she’s safe and sound right now. Let’s keep that in mind.”
Everyone stares at me and I get the feeling that no one in this family moves an inch without parental supervision.
“More importantly, Angie took the actions she did because she overheard a threat against Steph and wanted to make sure we knew immediately. Given what happened Friday night/Saturday morning, I’m sure you agree with me that her actions, although unanticipated and frightening, were appropriate in the circumstances.”
Slowly the Plums nod, as do Edna Mazur and Albert Kloughn. Valerie Kloughn is unmoved.
“My sister’s life does not mean more to me than my daughter’s—” she begins, but again, I cut her off.
“I agree with you. Your child’s life should be and is the most important thing to you. I merely mean that Angie made a smart, if scary, decision motivated out of love for her aunt and she came to a safe place. Angie is family here at RangeMan. We will protect her.”
“It’s what might have happened between her school trip and RangeMan I’m concerned about.”
I smile. “I agree, and that’s a discussion you two can have later.” Angie scrunches her nose and I smile and tweak it, making her smile. “Now, let me switch gears to Steph. At the moment, we have your house under a 24-hour guard, but I’d like to change that, if I can.”
“To what?” Frank Plum asks, leaning forward in his seat.
“I want all of you to carry tracking devices. At the moment, a 24-hour guard is useless because there are eight of you and you all go in different direction. An individual panic button would be different. If you are kidnapped or in harm, you would activate the button, which would give us your coordinates from the moment you activate it. We can then coordinate a rescue.”
“Why is this necessary?” Mrs. Plum asks quietly.
I lean back in the seat and think. “What I tell you cannot leave this room.” I stare each person in the face. “It cannot enter the Burg gossip chain. You may cause people to lose their lives if it does.”
Everyone nods solemnly so I think about how to lie creatively.
“At the moment, there’s a federal investigation going on concerning the arrest of several possibly crooked federal agents. We are not involved in this investigation. However, the speed and accuracy of the investigation is leading many people to believe that we are not only behind it but that Ranger is the person in charge of it. However, Ranger is overseas on behalf of our military.”
I look everyone in the face. “Steph’s being in charge of RangeMan in Ranger’s absence means that they want to kidnap her, as they did Friday, to try to question her for more information. She got away once. We’ve stepped up her guard to levels you haven’t seen since the Slayers thing.”
Mrs. Plum and Valerie Kloughn both pale and sit back. Edna Mazur is white. Frank Plum and Albert Kloughn both have shaky hands.
“Exactly. It’s that serious. Until these individuals feel assured that Ranger is not behind this, Steph will be a target, which means that we are waiting for Ranger to return from overseas before the threat level diminishes. Furthermore, the suspicious disappearance of Joseph Morelli leads people to believe that we had a hand in his assumed death.”
I shrug. “Like everyone else, all we know is that Joe Morelli is supposed to be in California. We aren’t murderers. We had nothing to do with whatever’s going on with him. But again, it’s suspicious.” I lean forward. “I’m asking you to carry these devices because the idea will be to draw Steph out. That’s part of what Angie overheard, which is why she rushed here. If you are kidnapped or held, Steph will immediately return to try to investigate where you are. She will put herself, and possibly others, into danger looking for you. If you had tracking devices, then we could find and retrieve you.
The important thing is that Steph is not drawn into a situation where she deems your lives more important than hers and falls right into these peoples’ trap. We don’t want her to fall for a—”
“Ruse,” Mrs. Plum says, standing. “I couldn’t stand it if Stephanie were in danger because of us.” She turns and looks at her mother, husband, and daughter before turning back to me. “Where are these tracking devices, Ramsay? We’ll each take one right now.”
“They came to the house,” Frank Plum murmurs. In Hector’s absence, Vince is the electronics man and he quickly supplies the Plums with trackers, tests to make sure they’re showing up, and enters them on the tracking system as VIPs, so they’ll be watched 24-7.
I look at Frank and he grimaces. “They were cops. We didn’t know. We thought they might be investigating Stephanie’s kidnapping. What you just told us makes me think they were some of those rogue cops.”
I sigh mentally and wave for him to follow me. Mrs. Plum watches us leave and I smile. She quickly joins us and I call the elevator to take us to 5. They follow me to my office and I start my recording software and ping Manny. He pings back, ‘Again?’
‘The Plums. They got a visit too.’
‘Damn! This is sloppy work, but coordinated!’ He calls moments later. I introduce Manny and I motion for them to start talking.
“Well, the young men, there were two, right Frank?” Frank nods. “Right, two. They showed up today wanting to know when we last saw Ranger. We told them March. That was when all of you came to dinner and he said he was going overseas. They pressed us about that, but we said that he was overseas because he said he was headed out on assignment and that had always meant overseas before.”
Crap. First crack in the cover story provided by the Plums.
“Anyway, they were very polite and they enjoyed the coffee cake—”
“They don’t give a damn about that, Helen,” Frank Plum says, annoyed. Helen Plum looks at him, but he’s looking at me. “Those boys were fishing. They wanted to know when we’d last seen him, when we’d last seen Joe Morelli, what Pumpkin was doing in the company, where she was, and if we knew what her plans were. Since you’re a security company and we usually don’t have a damn clue, we told them so.”
Manny sighs. “Can you think of anything they asked that was suspicious or made you wonder?”
The Plums look at each other for a long moment before turning back to me. “Well, they wanted to know about Stephanie’s relationship with Ranger’s daughter.” She ends the last statement as a question and I nod. “They wanted to know if they were close, if they keep in touch since the kidnapping, if the girl had been back to New Jersey since the kidnapping. I told them I didn’t know. The most we knew was that Ranger had a daughter and Stephanie is in contact with her on occasion but not all the time. I made it clear that we know nothing about the child.”
Manny and I are silent. These people aren’t playing. They are serious about drawing Ranger out.
Manny’s POV
I hang up and review what I’ve learned. I can sense what’s coming down the pike.
This is standard FBI policy. They’ve hit all the touch points. They’re getting information on Ranger’s vulnerabilities.
Steph will have to stay under guard.
Julie will have to stay under guard.
Tank will need to move carefully. I cringe. Lula will need to move carefully. She could be used to draw out Steph and Tank. Shit! She’s the new wildcard, not Steph.
I text Ranger to call me. There’s new info.
RINGGG.
“Yo.”
“Yo.” Ranger’s voice is tight.
“Sending over two sets of interviews. Standard FBI techniques to question family and friends, so the Plums were questioned.” Silence on Ranger’s end. “Also, Tank’s your new touch point.”
“Lula,” he says quietly.
“Right.”
“Good news.” Again, silence. “Angie Wilcox overheard a plot to move against the company.”
“How?” He sounds bewildered and amazed.
“Class trip to the state capitol.”
“Political cover.”
“Exactly. If you’re going against a company with the size and influence of RangeMan, it helps to have the politicians on your side, but I think they’re more interested in the disappearance of Morelli.”
“Right. Thanks. Anything else?”
“No, sir.”
Click.
Ranger calls back an hour later.
“Yo.”
“Yo. One moment.” I kiss Juana’s sleeping head and head down to 3 and motion for an empty conference room. “OK.”
“What’s the next move?”
“Me?” I think. “Follow the men. Find an unhappy group of RangeMen and follow them. The order not to talk outside the building is good, but each man needs to scan his home and car every day. Literally, no talking about the company. Wives and girlfriends need to know that anyone approaching them to talk about RangeMan is to be given the cold shoulder. Time to call in the lawyers and let the lawyers give a lecture on how to operate under these kind of conditions.”
“What else?”
“If I were White, I’d start agitating for official support. We’re locking everything down. Everyone’s been told not to talk. Family and friends are on the alert. No one is going to talk about RangeMan so he’s running out of sources. If he’s thinking about search warrants and subpoenas against a company like RangeMan, with the size and power that we have, then he’ll need official support and backing. He can’t hide that.”
“That’s been taken care of.”
“At the highest level. Are we sure the lower levels got the idea? Make sure his boss and three levels up know. The Special Agent in Charge of each field office and the head of the ICE Office in each city where we have a presence also needs to know. You move against RangeMan and it might be the last time the government ever gets any help.”
Tank’s POV-Two days later
I’m listening to the interviews Manny did with Angie and the Plums. This is good stuff but I understand what Ranger means.
I sigh. Lula’s getting a guard.
I hear a commotion outside my door and look out. The men are hitting the stairs in twos. I check the monitors quickly. I see a group in the garage but I have no idea what in the hell is going on.
Ches Deuce sticks his head into my office. “Lula’s back. She stunned someone and dragged him here. She says he was being nosy, asking her questions. He threatened her, so she stunned his ass.”
Ches is smiling at the end. He moves out of the way and I hit the stairwell taking the stairs two at a time. Lula’s in the garage, pissed.
“I don’t know what’s going on but you guys need to figure it out fast!” she says angrily. She whirls around toward me. “I left all that shit in Jersey, like you said, and if he threatens me with it again, I’ll do more than stun his ass!” She huffs and walks toward me. “I want a gun.”
My eyebrow rises. “No can do, Lula Bear,” I murmur softly. “Even now, you’re looking at a gun to scare someone away, not as a weapon to kill.”
Her jaw tightens. “No, right now I want something to protect myself.”
“Stun gun,” I reply.
“Doesn’t leave holes,” she grouses, walking into the building. I watch her storm in. The best thing about having Lula in training is the fact that she likes the punching bag. I know that she’s headed to the gym to punch the punching bag now.
I look back at the men, who are smiling, watching my wifey storm off. Gonzo looks at me and grins. “Sir, if it weren’t so dangerous, we’d piss her off more often. She’s fun to watch.”
The men laugh while I smile mentally. Yeah, it’s fun to watch when it’s not directed at you, Gonzo. I point at the man Lula’s brought back. Cheap suit, white shirt, white socks and black shoes. He’s not a real agent. If he were a real agent, he would be dressed down, trying to blend in.
Lester’s warning was a double-edge sword. The real FBI agents have been pulled. White’s using gang bangers now.
I’m watching him through the two-way mirror. Technically, this is kidnapping and false imprisonment, so we’ll have to move very carefully with this interview. He needs to feel he can leave at any time. I look over at Yancy, the lawyer. He looks at me.
“He won’t answer anything. He’ll drink the water, threaten to arrest Tallulah, and leave. Any chance her confrontation with him was recorded?”
I asked. It happened at the mall, so there’s a possibility. I’ve already sent men to retrieve the tape.
“Possibly.”
“Then we have a chance.”
The ‘agent’ rouses. We’ve already checked his ID. John Tran. Clearly a fake. This man isn’t Asian. He’s Hispanic. That was sloppy but it works in their favor . Most people see a badge and start talking. They don’t really look at the name and number.
He’s looking around, attempting to determine where he is. We left a pitcher of water and glasses in the room and we watch as he pours a large glass and drinks it. He’s nervous but trying to calm himself.
Bobby approaches. He went to the FBI field office with a copy of the badge and a picture of the man we’re holding. “Fake.”
Yancy smiles. “Good. FBI?”
“On their way.”
“We’re first.”
I walk in and his eyes widen. “We already know you’re not John Tran.” He opens his mouth and I hold up a hand. “The FBI is on their way, including the real John Tran. They’ll want to talk to you about impersonating a federal agent.” I look at Yancy. “Standard sentence for that?”
“Between two and ten years. There’s no parole in the federal system.”
We take seats and stare at him. He’s cool, smirking at us. “Here’s the deal. I don’t give a damn about who you are. Talk and we may let you leave in advance of the FBI. Don’t talk and you can enjoy the certainty of a federal sentence.”
His lips press into a thin line.
“Fine.” I stand to leave and Yancy and I move to the door.
“Where’s your partner?”
I turn around. “Pakistan. Where’s Diego Mendoza?”
“Who?”
“James White.” He stares hard and I smirk. “Talk.”
“We know el Tigre is involved.”
“He’s not.”
“He is. He’s a banger. He’s in the streets. Asesino is moving around too much. And you have an FBI boy asking too many questions.”
I stare at him. “Coincidence. FBI boy visited his ex the night she got shot. Asesino‘s barely left New Jersey except to visit his son.”
“We hear different.”
“You hear wrong.” I lean over the table and stare at him. “Your ally is not your ally.”
He smirks. “You might want to be careful, esé. Your wife needs a new job and we’ll put her ass to work on the block,” he whispers, smug.
I smile at him. “My wife has all the dick she can handle with mine. Threaten her again and you’ll never see yours again. Esé.”
His smile drops and he looks at me in astonishment. There’s a knock at the door and Yancy opens it. The FBI walks in. The fake John Tran looks at me. “You reneged.”
“I said may.” I shrug. “Oh well.”
I nod and leave the room. We’re recording this interview too.
“Yo!”
“Yo!” x5. XO pulse check. We finish roll call.
“We’re no longer looking at feds. They were warned. Gang bangers impersonating federal agents. Miami?”
“CO’s thinking.”
I frown. “Thinking?”
“Thinking position, sir.”
I hear chuckles. “Naptime,” Junior answers.
“Oh,” Diego says, embarrassed. “Otherwise, conducting the review. In house.”
“Atlanta?”
“Nikki’s under heavy guard. Mijo’s been pulled from school for a while.”
I need to call Hec. Mijo loves school and Hec was thrilled to get him into Marietta Montessori because it’s so highly ranked. Hec must be hurt right now.
“Charlotte?”
“RangeMan no longer in house. My wife and Atlanta’s wife worked together to reach out to all wives and girlfriends in Miami, Charlotte, and Atlanta. They’ve been warned.”
“OK. Trenton?”
“CO’s family on trackers. We pop up on occasion. We’d like a favor, sir.”
“Proceed.”
“We’re hiring here, but this situation means were going to get a lot of interest. We would prefer to have your instincts here to assess the men, sir.”
“Review apps. Determine your best. What day?”
“Friday?”
I check the calendar. “Done. Anything else?”
“No, sir.”
“NYC?”
“No news, sir.”
“Boston?”
“RangeMan is fine. We’re fine here.”
“Continue to watch out, men. Make sure the men aren’t talking.”
“HUA!”
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