downstairs. I was thinking the light wasn't significant when it suddenly blinked out.
This got my heart thumping just a little, since I wasn't keen on getting shot at again. In fact, probably it wasn't a good idea to stay in the tree. Probably it would be better to watch from a safer distance . . . like Georgia. I quietly inched down to the ground and was about to tippy-toe away when I heard a lock tumble. Either someone was closing up for the night, or someone was coming out to shoot me. This got me moving.
I was about to turn for the street when I heard a gate creak open. I scrunched myself flat against the fence, deep in shadow. I held my breath and watched the bike path. A lone figure came into view. He closed the gate. He paused for a moment and looked directly at me. I was pretty sure he had come out of Hannibal's yard. And I was pretty sure he couldn't see me. There was a good chunk of distance between us, and he was almost lost in the dark; the ambient light revealed only an outline. He turned on his heel and walked away from me. He passed under a shaft of window light and was briefly illuminated. My breath caught in my throat. It was Ranger. I opened my mouth to call out his name, but he was gone, dissolved into the night. Like an apparition.
I ran to the street and listened for footsteps. I didn't hear them, but there was the sound of an engine catching not far off. A black SUV crossed the intersection, and quiet returned to the neighborhood. I was half afraid that I was losing my mind, that it had all been a hallucination from lack of sleep. I walked back to the car feeling pretty well creeped out and took off for home.
Grandma was still snoring like a lumberjack when I dropped my shoulder bag on the kitchen counter. I said hello to Rex and shuffled to the couch. I didn't bother taking my shoes off. I just crashed onto the couch and pulled the quilt over myself.
The next time I opened my eyes, the Mooner and Dougie were sitting on the coffee table, staring down at me.
"Yow!" I yelled. "What the hell?"
"Hey duder," the Mooner said, "hope we didn't, like, startle you."
"What are you doing here?" I shrieked.
"The dude formerly known as the Dealer needs someone to talk to. He's, like, confused. You know, one minute he's a successful businessman, and then—wham—his whole future is ripped out from under him. It just isn't fair, man."
Dougie shook his head. "It isn't fair," he said.
"So we thought you might have some ideas for future employment," Mooner said. "Since you're so successfully employed. You and the Dougster, you're like . . . an entrepreneurial dude and dudette."
"It isn't like I haven't had offers," Dougie said.
"That's right," Mooner said. "The Dougster is in large demand in the pharmaceutical trade. There's always openings for enterprising young men in pharmaceuticals."
"You mean like Metamucil?"
"That too," Mooner said.
As if Dougie wasn't in enough trouble. Selling hijacked Metamucil was one thing. Selling crack was a whole other ball game.
"Probably pharmaceutical sales isn't a good idea," I told them. "It could have an adverse effect on your life expectancy."
Dougie did another nod. "Exactly what I thought. And now that Homer's out of the picture, things are going to get tight."
"Damn shame about Homer," Mooner said. "He was a fine human being. Now there was a businessman."
"Homer?" I asked.
"Homer Ramos. Homer and me were like this," Moon said, holding up two fingers side by side. "We were close, dude."
"Are you telling me Homer Ramos was involved in drugs?"
"Well, sure," Mooner said. "Isn't everybody?"
"How did you know Homer Ramos?"
"I didn't actually know him in the physical sense. It was more of a mutual cosmic connection. Like, he was the big drug kahuna, and I'm, you know, like a consumer. It sure was bummer luck that he got his head ventilated. Just when he got that expensive rug, too."
"Rug?"
"I was at Art's Carpets last week, contemplating a rug purchase. And you know how in the beginning you're thinking all the rugs are totally excellent, and then the more you look at them, the more they all start looking the same. And before you know it you're, like, rug hypnotized? And next thing you know, you're taking a break, laying on the floor, chilling? And while I was