Janet owns Ranger.

As Crux peered into one of the windows near the back of the building, I walked up behind him without making a sound and brought the butt of my Glock down on the top of his head, not hard enough to knock him out, but his nose flattened against the glass before he dropped to his knees on the ground. His switchblade was also rendered useless.

"Looking for someone?" I said, pulling him upright to speak directly into his face.

"Who ...?"

"If you'd like to live longer than five minutes, you'll shut the fuck up. I'm not known for being patient."

"Where did ...?"

I squeezed the back of his neck hard in one hand and pressed the gun barrel into his forehead with enough force to form a bruise if he doesn't die before his blood vessels rupture. He shut his mouth so fast and so hard, I heard his teeth crash together.

"You target my wi ..." I stopped mid-word. Stephanie isn't technically my wife ... not yet, anyway. "What's mine," I continued, "and you die. Simple as that."

He suddenly understood the magnitude of the danger he's in.