Morelli’s house. Lights were on in the front room. His green SUV was still parked at the curb. The Mercedes was gone. I blew out a sigh and slumped in my seat a little.
“What?” Potts said. “When I sigh like that it always means something.”
“It’s my life,” I said. “It’s confusing.”
“You don’t look confused. You look like you have it all figured out. Except, and I don’t mean to be critical, but you don’t seem entirely suited to being a bounty hunter. You don’t have a gun or anything. And you don’t have a leather jacket. And bounty hunters on television are always kicking doors open, and I don’t think you could do that in your sneakers. You’d break a bone in your foot.”
“I guess I’m a bounty hunter by default. When I got out of college I worked in retail. I got laid off, and I couldn’t get another job, so I blackmailed my cousin Vinnie into hiring me.”
“What would you like to be? What’s your dream job?” Potts asked.
“I don’t know. I might want to be Indiana Jones.”
“That wouldn’t be my choice,” Potts said. “He was always getting beat up and shot at and once a monkey tried to poison him. Of course, that doesn’t sound too different than your current job, so I can see why you would find it appealing.”
“What’s your dream job?”
“I don’t want a job,” Potts said. “I had a couple jobs and I didn’t like them. I like where I’m at now. I live at home and play video games in my pajamas. And now I’m your bodyguard. I got the idea from Banger Race. It’s this video game about aliens disguised as geeks. And this one alien, Mugman, falls in love with a princess and realizes his life purpose is to be her bodyguard and protect her.”
“So, you’re Mugman?”
“I’m trying it on for size.”
“How’s it fitting so far?”
“It’s not perfect.”
“I’m not a princess,” I said.
“That’s okay. I’m not actually Mugman.”
I reached Porter Street and stopped in front of Potts’s house. “I’m staying with a friend tonight,” I told him. “Do not sleep in front of my door.”
“I could sleep in front of your friend’s door,” he said.
“I appreciate the offer, but I’ll be safe with this friend.”
“It’s a boyfriend, isn’t it? I bet he’s really good looking and he has muscles.”
“He’s not a boyfriend. He’s just a friend.”
Truth is, I didn’t know how to categorize Ranger. He was more than just a friend, but he didn’t feel like a boyfriend. There were times when our relationship felt more like a marriage. There was an acceptance of personality that was sometimes lacking between Morelli and me. Maybe that was because Ranger and I had no illusions about a binding, long-term commitment. There wasn’t as much at stake between us.
I waited until Potts disappeared inside his house before I drove off. I returned to Hamilton, cruised past the bail bonds office on my way to State Street, and I picked up a tail. It looked like a dark-colored SUV. I couldn’t see the occupants. I called Rangeman control and asked if it was one of their cars. I was told that it wasn’t, and I was patched over to Ranger.
“I’m pretty sure I’m being followed,” I told him. “It’s not like they’re being subtle about it. They’re right on my bumper.”
“I can see you on my screen,” he said. “You’re about a half mile away. Go straight into the garage.”
The car disappeared a block before Rangeman. The gate was already open for me. A Rangeman car was idling nearby. I slipped into the garage and parked in one of Ranger’s spaces. I took the elevator to the seventh floor and let myself into Ranger’s apartment. He was waiting for me in the kitchen.
“Calvin said you didn’t have a tail when you pulled in,” Ranger said.
“They cut away at Monroe Street.”
“Any idea who they were?”
“Yes. That’s why I’m here.”
“I thought you were here for my sheets and my shower.”
I smiled. “I’ve been found out.”
“I’m having a late dinner. Ella left me a salad that would feed four people, if you want to join me.”
“Thanks, but I had dinner with my parents.”
“Wine?”
“Yes.”
I sat across from him at his dining room table and sipped my wine while he ate.
“Talk to me,” Ranger said.
“Charlie Shine’s brought in some muscle from Florida. I ran across some of the new goons today. Apparently, I’m on their to-snatch list. Two of them had Grandma and me at gunpoint but Potts bumbled