Chapter Eight
Tank rubbed his eyes and turn off the computer. He had looked through RangeMan archives until the words blended together. There has to be some connection, he thought warily, something that I'm missing. Who would shoot Lester…or…is Les a target because he's part of RangeMan? That's more probable, and with 30 odd RangeMan employees–much more problematic.
Tank sighed. His vision drifted to the control room. Rick was watching the monitors. Christ, how am I going to protect Ranger's kid, if I can't even figure out why we're a target. He watched Rick for a few minutes. The boy was in a zone–not unlike the zone his father reached while driving. Ranger…what would Ranger do if he wanted to protect an innocent from an unidentified danger. Tank smiled; Ranger had taught him well. Picking up the phone, he dialed Hector's cell.
"I need you to equip Rick Ramirez with a combination tracking device, panic button, and microphone."
Tank listened for a few seconds.
"Yeah, something like the watch we outfitted Stephanie Plum with years ago would work."
The next morning Rick was wearing a new black Nike sports watch with two additional buttons discreetly camouflaged on the side of its face, and Tank was officially his new permanently assigned partner.