I called Bollo’s home phone. No answer. No machine picked up. I called his cell phone.
“Yeah?” Bollo said.
“This is UPS. I have a delivery for Gordo Bollo, and I need a correct address.”
“Eat me,” Bollo said. And he hung up.
“I think he knew it was me,” I said to Lula.
“Should have let the monkey make the call.”
I called Connie. “I got a bogus home address for Gordo Bollo.”
“I’ll get back to you,” Connie said.
“You know what?” Lula said. “We’re halfway to Atlantic City. We could go to Atlantic City and make a killing on the slots.”
“Tempting, but I told Diesel I’d be available.”
“Available for what?”
“For bounty hunter stuff.”
My phone rang and I heard labored breathing and a whispered hello.
“Yes?” I said.
“Is this the bounty hunter?”
“Yes.”
“Thank God. I had your card in my pocket, and I didn’t know who to call. They think I’m still unconscious. I couldn’t call the police. I’m afraid they’d take my animals. But you find people, right?”
“Gail?”
“You have to help me. Please. They’re taking me somewhere.” It was clear she was struggling to talk, trying not to cry, but a sob escaped before she reigned herself in. “I’m in terrible trouble,” she whispered. “You have to find me. And take care of my poor animals. Oh God,” she moaned. “It’s Wulf. He’s coming back. He’s coming to get me.” And the line went dead.
“You don’t look good,” Lula said to me. “You just turned white. What was that call about?”
“It was Gail Scanlon. It sounded like Wulf has kidnapped her.”
I dialed Diesel’s cell. No answer. I left a message to call me, and I called my home phone. No answer there, either. I put the Jeep in gear and called Ranger.
“Do you have my Jeep bugged?”
“Bugged?”
“You know, the gizmo you always put on my cars so you can find me.”
“Yeah.”
“Can you find me anywhere?”
“Pretty much. Where are you going?”
“I’m heading for the Pine Barrens to check out a woman in trouble, and I’m afraid I’ll get lost.”
“Babe,” Ranger said.