There were still police outside the house, and Hal was talking with them. Lester was getting out of the ambulance with his leg bandaged.

"Vince will stay here until the glass gets fixed," Ranger told me.

"Won't that take a while?"

"We know a guy. He'll be here soon."

"Thanks Vince," I told him.

"All part of the service," Vince said.

Ranger nodded to his men, and I waved, and we got into Ranger's car. We drove in silence until the garage door opened to the underground carpark underneath Rangeman.

"Are you sure you have room for me?" I asked him.

"I do, but Ella is insisting that you stay with her again."

I felt a bit cheered at that news. I knew that Ella would feed me special treats, and quite frankly, staying the night at Ranger's with him there was a bit scary for me. I might accidentally throw myself at him. And I didn't want to stay alone in one of his staff apartments. I stretched and yawned. I was still yawning when the elevator doors opened on to Level 6 and Ranger escorted me out and knocked on the apartment door.

Ella opened the door immediately.

"Oh Stephanie! Come in, you must be exhausted," she said, ushering me inside. Ranger slipped back into the elevator before the doors closed and disappeared behind them.

I was exhausted and slept late, waking around eight o'clock. I dressed, showered and went in search of coffee. Ella and Luis were at work already and I didn't want to help myself to their kitchen, so I headed to Level 5 where I knew there was always food (although healthy) and coffee.

I waved to the guys in the control room as I walked through. The break room was quiet, with the breakfast rush over. I helped myself to a muffin and poured a coffee and sat down at a break room table. A Rangeman who I hadn't met before came in. This one was medium height, and didn't look like he'd been in the military, which probably meant he was some kind of sneaky special force and could kill with his pinky. He was cute though.

"Hi I'm Zip. You must be Miss Plum," he said, extending his hand out to me.

"Call me Stephanie," I told him. "I'm sorry to hear that your brother is missing."

"Thank you. The same to you on your husband. Rangeman is looking and I'm sure that they'll find them. We're the best at what we do," he told me. He poured a coffee, and then headed back to his desk.

I thought about what he had said. Rangeman might be the best at what they do, but I had Burg gossip knowledge and sneaky skills and stubborness on my side. I was sure that I could find out some information that Ranger didn't have and contribute to the search. After all, how was I going to kick Dickie to the curb if he simply just disappeared?

I borrowed a notebook and pen from the stationary cabinet and sat down and started writing. It was time to make a plan. I starting writing down all the information that I knew. I lost track of time and was startled to look up and see Ranger in front of me.

"Are you ready to visit Smullen?"

"Yes. I need to find out more information and that's the best way to do it, right? We need to find Ziggy and Dickie."

"We've missed him at Starbucks this morning. Are you comfortable going to the office?"

"What about if I say I'm looking for our insurance details and I couldn't find them at home? And ask to have a look in Dickie's office?"

"If you can get on to a computer, put this USB drive in and run the program. That will give us access to their server," Ranger said, passing me a USB drive. I slipped it into my pocket.

"Let's go."

Ranger dropped me off down the street from the building. I had the USB in my pocket, along with a listening device that I was meant to slip into Smullen's jacket pocket if I got a chance.

Dickie's secretary Cynthia was sitting out on reception. I guess there wasn't a lot for her to do with her boss disappeared and all.

"Ms Plum!" she said, jumping up when she saw me.

"Cynthia. It's so good to see you," I told her. It actually was. This was going to go a lot easier with Cynthia here.

"What are you doing here? Is there any news on Mr Orr?"

"None at all," I told her. I managed to produce a sniffle. It wasn't hard. The last few days had left me an emotional wreck. "And to top it off, our house was broken into last night." Now I had tears to add to my sniffle. "Four men broken into the house and ransacked the house and broke windows and… and… Dickie is still missing!"

Cynthia passed me a tissue, and looked around for help. Peter Smullen appeared out of his office.

"Stephanie?"

"Oh, Peter! I'm so sorry to make a scene like this." The last time that I was in here I made a bit of a scene too. That one was probably worse.

"That's okay, Stephanie. Um, do you want a glass of water?"

"Thank you. I'm so sorry. I was looking for some paperwork and just couldn't find it and was wondering if Dickie might have kept it at work."

"What sort of paperwork?"

"Oh I'm so sorry, it's so embarrassing. Do you mind if we discuss this somewhere private?" I asked him. He gestured into his office. Bingo. Now to hope that a crying female completely throws him.

"Have you got news about Dickie?" he asked me.

"No. I haven't heard anything. The police don't have any clues. And then to make it worse, four men broken into our house last night. My security company was right nearby so they managed to scare them off and I don't think they took anything but the house is a mess and I need to file a claim with our insurance company because of the damage, and – this is so embarrassing – Dickie handled all that, and I can't find any of the paperwork at home. I thought that maybe he kept important papers at work? Is it possible for me to have a look through his files?"

Smullen looked uncomfortable at that. "Well the files contain confidential information so…"

"Oh dear," I said, clutching the tissue to my eyes again, like I would burst into tears at any second.

"I'll ask Cynthia if she can check the files. She should know if Dickie kept any personal information in there," he said quickly. He left the room, and I got up. Fingers crossed there weren't any cameras in the room watching me. His computer had been left unlocked, so I inserted the USB drive, and let it do its thing, crossing my fingers it would be as quick as Ranger said. This would have been much easier to explain if I was caught on Dickie's computer. I pulled the drive out, and pulled out another tissue from the box on Smullen's desk and wandered over to stare out the window.

Dickie. Joyce. Damn Joyce. She always had it in for me. There was a lot of gossip in the Burg about Joyce, but she wasn't known for going for married men. Maybe she'd made an exception just to torture me.

Peter came back in, holding a glass of water which he handed to me. "Cynthia is just having a look now but she couldn't remember seeing any personal files in Dickie's office before."

"Thank you for looking. I didn't know what else to do," I said.

"That's quite all right. I was meaning to call and check in on you anyway. This must be hard for you," he said. All his sympathy was actually making it hard for me not to cry. This was hard for me. First I saw a photo of my husband boinking Joyce (Joyce!), then he confessed, it wasn't just Joyce, it was multiple others, than he got himself kidnapped, then the police wanted to interview me over his potential murder, then armed men broke into my house and got shot and bled everywhere and I had no idea why. Now I was crying for real and it was threatening to turn into hysterial sobbing. I put the glass of water down and grabbed another tissue.

"I just need to get Dickie home," I sobbed. Peter stood close to me, awkwardly, and patted my back.

"I'm sure the police will find him," he said. I turned to face him and touched his arm.

"Thank you for being so kind," I said as I dropped one of Ranger's bugs into his pocket. Cynthia appeared at the doorway.

"I'm sorry Ms Plum, I couldn't find any of your insurance paperwork in Mr Orr's office," she said.

"Oh. Well thank you for looking Cynthia."

"But I did find this information for his insurance broker. If your house insurance was through them, they would the details," she said. I already knew all this, but I reached out and took the information from her, thanking her.

I told Peter that I'd keep him updated with any information on Dickie, and then left the office.

Time for stage two of my plan: Joyce.