Disclaimer: JE owns the characters. I own the story.

RangeMan.

Sunday, Appprox. 4 A.M.

"What are you doing here, Bomber?" Lester said from his seat in the control room.

"Cal kicked me out of the hospital. Said I needed a shower and some sleep," I said as I walked over and sat in the chair next to him. "I took the shower. I'm skipping the sleep. What do you have on Ribisi?"

"Not a whole lot," Lester said as he turned to the key board in front of him. He hit a couple of keys and the file on Ribisi came up on the largest of the screens on the wall in front of us. "It's like he's disappeared. We've got a couple of guys staking out his house and his usual hang outs, but we've got nothing. No activity on bank accounts or credit cards either."

"I'm going to run him through my research data bases. Maybe Binkie missed something," I said as I stood up. "I'm gonna make some coffee, too. Do you want me to bring you some?"

"That'd be great. Junior should be here soon with breakfast."

"What's on the menu this morning?"

"Donuts."

Yum!

I went into the break room and made the coffee. I fixed our cups and dropped Lester's off to him before I made my way over to my cubicle. Something that Lester had said was bothering me. It takes money to hide. If he wasn't using any credit cards, then how was he paying his way? I started searching and found six credit cards under Giovanni Ribisi. There had been no purchases on any of the cards in the last week. Same on the banking account that I found. No big withdrawals in the last six months either. There was just the normal transactions. Mortgage, car loans, credit card payments, and utilities. Deposits every two weeks in the same increments. $5000.00. I guess the mob pays decent.

I got up from my chair and started walking around the office. Something just wasn't right and I couldn't put my finger on it. I stopped in the area in front of the elevator and laid down on the floor. I needed a white ceiling.

"What are you doing?" Lester yelled from the control room.

"I'm thinking," I yelled back.

Where is he getting his cash flow? Junior said that he had visited Harry. Harry told him that he would not help Ribisi. Ribisi was on his own. I finally put a little stock in Harry after he had called Ranger. Ranger doesn't trust a lot of people, but he felt a little confident that Harry really was trying to help us after that conversation. Trust. Hmmmm. Trust. If you're married, you would trust your wife. At least in most marriages. THE WIFE!

I jumped up off the floor and ran to the control room.

"Lester, what was Ribisi's wife's name?" I asked as I ran through the door.

"Let me check," Lester said as he started hitting buttons on the computer. "Jessica Marie Ribisi."

"Thanks, Buddy," I said as I ran from the room and back to my computer.

I typed the wife's name into one of my search engines and hit enter. Within seconds, I had a list of three credit cards, two bank accounts, and an address to a house on the outskirts of Trenton. Jack Pot! All three credit card companies had issued cards to Ribisi. Ribisi wasn't the primary on the accounts. That's how we missed it. All three cards had been used in the last week. Two were already maxed out. The two bank accounts had also issued cards to Ribisi. Both accounts had over two million dollars in each account. No recent withdrawals.

I searched the credit cards and found out that they were being used at locations near the house that was under the wife's name. Time to take a trip. I sat there staring at the screen. If I just found Ribisi, then I should really call Ranger. The thing is, I wanted to get Ribisi. I know that he's dangerous, but he could have killed Cal. And Hal.

I swiveled my chair around and stared at the back of Lester's head. He'd be watching. I need a clean vehicle. A couple of months ago I had watched Ranger disable the GPS on the motor cycle in the garage. That could work, but I need a distraction. A big one. Preferable Six feet six inches tall and Hispanic. I need Junior. Bad.

I turned my chair a little further to the right and looked at the elevator. Junior should come bearing donuts soon. As if he could hear me thinking about him, Junior called my cell phone.

"I need you," I said when I answered my phone.

"That's a new one, Bomber," Junior said with a laugh.

"I need a distraction and you're going to help me."

"Oh really?"

"Yep."

"In exchange for…"

"Deep tissue massages for the next month. I just finished my course at the college a week ago. I'm certified."

"Three times a week and you've got a deal."

"Deal," I said. "Where are you?"

"I'm at the Dunkin Donuts. You want anything?"

"Two Boston Crèmes."

"I'll be there in ten," Junior said and then hung up.

I put my phone back in my pocket and turned back to my computer. I mapped out a route from RangeMan to Ribisi's hide out and printed out reports of what I had found. I put the reports in a folder and wrote a little note on top for Ranger. If Junior got here soon, I'd have about an hour and a half before Ranger would see the report and go after Ribisi. By then I could already have him booked at the station.

"I'm sorry, you wanna what?"

"I have to do this, Junior," I whispered.

"You can't be serious?" Junior whispered back.

Junior was sitting on my desk and he looked like he was ready to have a heart attack. He looked a little pale because I had just finished explaining the reason for him distracting Lester. I don't think that he wants to help me.

"I need to do this, Junior."

"Steph, I can't sit by and not help you."

"All you have to do is give me enough time to disable the GPS and get the motor cycle out of the garage. I just need five minutes," I pleaded. I think that I might need to show him what I had learned in my classes. I grabbed his forearm and started working my magic. Within seconds, Junior was putty in my hands. I slowly stood up and leaned into him. I whispered into his ear, "Think of what I can do to your quads."

"I'll give you one hour. If I don't hear from you… I'm going to Ranger. Even if it means that I lose my job," Junior whispered with a serious look on his face.

"Give this to Ranger when you do," I said as I handed him the folder that was sitting on my desk. "It has everything that I found in there. I'm heading to the house that Ribisi put under his wife's name."

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes."