“Transportation,” Ranger said. “Nothing fancy.”
Compared to what? The Batmobile? “Connie said you were talking to Vinnie.”
“Transacting business, babe. I don't talk to Vinnie.”
“That's sort of what I'd like to discuss with you . . . business. You know how you've kind of been my mentor with this bounty hunter stuff?”
“Eliza Doolittle and Henry Higgins Do Trenton.”
“Yeah. Well, the truth is, the bounty huntering isn't going all that good.”
“No one's jumping bail.”
“That too.”
Ranger leaned against his car and crossed his arms over his chest. “And?”
“And I've been thinking maybe I should diversify.”
“And?”
“And I thought you might help me.”
“You talking about building a portfolio? Investing money?”
“No. I'm talking about making money.”
Ranger tipped his head back and laughed softly. “Babe, you don't want to do that kind of diversifying.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“Okay,” he said. “What did you have in mind?”
“Something legal.”
“There's all kinds of legal.”
“I want something entirely legal.”
Ranger leaned closer and lowered his voice. “Let me explain my work ethic to you. I don't do things I feel are morally wrong. But sometimes my moral code strays from the norm. Sometimes my moral code is inconsistent with the law. Much of what I do is in that gray area just beyond entirely legal.”
“All right then, how about steering me toward something mostly legal and definitely morally right.”
“You sure about this?”
“Yes.” No. Not at all.
Ranger's face was expressionless. “I'll think about it.”
He slipped into his car, the engine caught, and Ranger rolled away.
I had a missing uncle who quite possibly had butchered a woman and stuffed her parts into a garbage bag, but I also was a month overdue on my rent. Somehow I was going to have to manage both problems.
Stephanie Plum 5 - High Five
Stephanie Plum 5 - High Five
Stephanie Plum 5 - High Five