Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters you recognize, they all belong to the wonderful Janet Evanovich. No copyright infringement is intended.

A/N: Just before posting Chapter 20, I went through the first nineteen chapters to edit. No plot changes have been made. The editing was for spelling, word choice and continuity.

I fought the urge to let my jaw drop and instead kept my face blank. Ranger had been a Governor? No that couldn't be right, he was just a teenager, too young to be an international crime lord. Hmm…lackey maybe, doesn't seem like Ranger though, he's not really one to follow other. Maybe…

"Babe," he said with a slight smile, "there's smoke coming out of your ears."

"Well yeah, I mean 16 is a little young to be a crime lord and you don't exactly follow others well."

"You're reading to much into their organization babe. Not every Governor is a crime lord, some of them are only Governors because they have so many ties to local gangs. The organization itself is headed by the crime lords." He looked at me and I could tell he was waiting for my reaction. What did he expect, I mean look at me and my family. The proof of that came walking through the door. Bo.

"Are you coming? We've been waiting five minutes." Huh, guess I was thinking longer than I realized. I nodded my head at Bo and gave Ranger a smile to let him know that I wouldn't freak out on him. My eyes told him that when this was over we were going to have a serious conversation though. He nodded his consent and we walked out to the SUV's.

RangeMan Miami was strategically central to several of the major crime areas in Miami. The warehouse we were headed to was only a 10 minute drive that was reduced to about 6 minutes because Ranger decided he didn't like the speed limit laws. The ride was completely silent except for the sound of Bo checking the magazines in his guns. I did a quick check of all my weapons. Sig Sauer, a Browning Hi Power, a glock, and three knives, one on each arm and one on my right leg. I used to have one for the left leg, but I think it got buried six feet under.

When we got to the warehouse Tank, Lester and Bobby were already leaning over a large paper spread out on the hood of the Explorer. Blueprints for the warehouse. I have no clue when they had the time to get them. We walked over and Tank looked up.

"We've done a quick circle of the building and all the windows are boarded completely, no one will get out those. There is a roof hatch but it's not viable for an escape unless they're planning on committing suicide, it's a five story building and the lowest fire escape barely hits the bottom of the fourth floor. There are two other doors we have to be careful of. The front door right there, and a door on the second story that used to have a fire escape. It's still a pretty high drop but its right above one of the boarded windows and the board could be used to lower someone enough to drop safely."

Wow that was a pretty good assessment of the building considering they got here about three minutes before us. I just hoped that they didn't miss anything in their rush to get this done.

"I think the most likely place to find Julie and Mary will be up on the fourth floor. According to the blueprints they had four vaults up there. It would be the most secure place in the building if you didn't want anyone getting in or out."

"Okay," Ranger started, "we won't worry about guarding the doors we'll clear the building one level at a time. If they can't escape up then we can push them up and trap them rather then leading them down and having to worry about the exits. Bobby you're with Lester, Steph…are you going to be able to work with Bo or are you two going to start arguing again."

I must have made a face because I know I didn't say anything about my opinion on the matter, but the next thing I know he has Bo partnered with Tank and I'm with him. Or maybe he just planned it that way. We all had on headsets which made it so much easier because we wouldn't have to worry about giving our location away with shouts.

We went in the front door and fanned out clearing the areas on the first floor one by one, we all found a separate staircase and went up to the second floor. The other two teams cleared but we found a man sitting in an office. I knew the face on this man, this was one of Matson's men. Ranger aimed his gun but I shook my head and whispered that it would be to loud. He looked up from his chair and right at us, pulling his gun while standing up. I took a knife and hit him center in the throat. He fell back into his chair and I knew he wouldn't be getting back up. I still went and grabbed the knife, no sense letting the wrong person get a hold of it. I heard Ranger whispering that we had taken one out on the second floor and were headed for the third.

We were on our way up the stairs when we heard Bobby swear a blue streak. I wasn't sure if I was hearing it from him or from the headset so I ran the rest of the way up the stairs. I stopped short just short of being off the stairs and pulled Ranger back keeping him from rushing in. The third floor was one big empty room. Well empty except the six men surrounding Bobby and Lester with guns trained on them. I saw Bo and Tank pull back on the staircase opposite of us, and hoped I was the only one who had seen them.

Bobby looked absolutely pissed. He didn't look like a man who was worried he was about to be shot he looked like his favorite team had just lost the World Series by one run. If the situation were less serious I would find it amusing that that was what his reaction to being surrounded by hostiles was. Lester on the other hand was shut down; his face was so blank I had to do a double take just to be sure he wasn't dead.

Tank whispered a plan into the headset and we moved into the room quietly. We were hoping to get behind a few of them so we could put our guns to their heads before they noticed us. We could have just shot them from the staircase but there was two great a chance they would just kill Lester and Bobby at first fire.

Our plan however failed because three of them turned to us and a couple more turned to Tank and Bo. The fired off a few shots and I'm pretty sure they were supposed to scare us not kill us because they were pretty far off. Close enough that I was forced to duck back into the stairwell but to far to be accidental for a good shooter.

I came out of the stairwell just in time to see Bobby sink to the ground with blood seeping from his side. He looked up at me before falling onto his side on the floor.