"What car are we driving while we're here in Milwaukee?" Stephanie asked, even if she really didn't seem to care.
"It's a light blue Civic."
"No Porsche on this trip," Stephanie replied.
Ranger didn't answer. They both dragged their suitcases to the vehicle he just mentioned. As the last of their bags were in the trunk, they got into the front seat and buckled their seatblets.
The car had GPS in it, but Ranger never really used it. Ranger had been here to Milwaukee a few times, so he knew what he was going to do during their driving the rental.
"Do you need me to navigate?" Stephanie asked.
She saw Ranger shake his head.
"No need to, Babe. All we need is a new tank of gas."
She didn't seem to notice the tank was low. So they both drove to the nearest gas station. After Ranger left to pay for the fresh tank of gas, he put the key back and the engine roared as he drove away from the gas station.
After they drove off from the gas station, neither he nor Stephanie paid much attention of Fonzie's motorcycle ride by.
After they drove off from the gas station, neither he nor Stephanie paid much attention of Fonzie's motorcycle ride by.
"Do we have any pictures of the local citizen who made the call to Vinnie about Clayton Morgan?" she asked.
"Tank looked up the information. The person who reported to the police and Vinnie received the file had been under the name of Arthur Fonzarelli."
"I heard his name when Vinnie gave me the job, but did Tank come up with a photo so we will be aware of Fonzarelli's description?"
"He tried and actually did find one. The photo looked to be taken back in the fifties."
"That was such a long time ago. May I see it once we check into the room?"
"No problem, Babe. It's in my notebook," he told her.
"Okay."
They found a parking spot in front of the hotel, but wasn't used by any of the customers, but employees didn't often park there. She walked in with Ranger to the front desk.
"Hello," a light – brunette woman greeted them.
"Afternoon, Ms. We're here to check in."
"Your name?"
"Ranger Manoso. This is Stephanie Plum."
They watched as the woman type up the information on the computer.
After she gave Ranger and Stephanie took the keys from her, they both walked out of Holiday Inn and back to the car she watched as he unlocked the trunk. She also took out some of the suitcases. After the last of the suitcases were taken out of the car, he locked the car a second time.
She followed Ranger to the elevator. The door opened automatically. There were three other people in the elevator as well, but Stephanie could see they were all going to the lobby, but the elevator stayed silent. Once she and Ranger walked in and the three people walked out, two more people joined in.
Stephanie watched as Ranger hit the number 6 and the man who'd just step in hit number 3. The elevator quickly drove the man to the third floor. As it automatically let the door open,d the man walked out. Just then, the elevator closed again and drove them both to the sixth floor.
Once the door opened, she and Ranger saw a family of five waiting for them to step out. The family watched as Stephanie and Ranger drag their bags out of the elevator. She and Ranger still made no conversation as she followed Ranger the rooms 640 and 642. He handed Stephanie a key and he walked in to 642. Then she slid the key in the door and the door opened.
She saw it was a nice room: two beds with white pillows and blankets, dark green and red bedspreads, a bathroom, closet, TV set in the wall, remote control by the clock and lamps by the beds' drawer. There was also a table and two chairs, and also a fan and trash can. She figured Ranger's room looked just like hers.
She decided to give Ranger a few minutes to unwind and pack and she did some of it herself, but decided to do half now and half later. She somehow figured Ranger would need some extra time to unpack. She opened the closet door and found some coat hangers. Just about every hotel room had coat hangers in the closet.
In the next room, Stephanie heard a cartoon jabbering away on the television. She never really was much of a fan of cartoons. She decided to go check on Ranger and see if he was ready to regroup. She grabbed her hotel key and heard the key tell her the door was now locked.
After taking the key out, the door was slammed, she immediately walked over to Ranger's room. When she reached his room, she knocked at the door. It took a few seconds for him to let her in. Ranger's television set wasn't on, just like she figured. Once he opened his door for her to walk in, which she did.
"Are we ready to talk more about this Fonzarelli person?" Stephanie asked him.
"I am, Babe."
He said that with a smile. Once she walked in his room, he closed the door behind her.
"About this Fonzarelli character. If you have his picture, I'd like to see it," Stephanie told him.
Ranger handed her Fonzie's profile Tank had printed out.
Without a word, she took it.
"Have you read any of this about Fonzarelli?" Stephanie asked a minute later.
"Yes, Babe."
She opened up the envelope so she could see what Tank had found about the Fonz. Stephanie saw that the Fonz wasn't alone in the picture. In the picture, Fonzie was wearing a black leather jacket with white shirt, smile on his face. In the picture she and Ranger saw there were Potsie, Richie, and Ralph as well.
"Do you think any of these men in the picture are his family or friends?" she asked with curiosity.
Ranger shrugged, not knowing how to answer her question. The picture Stephanie and Ranger were studying, she saw Fonzie did the thumbs – up. He was standing between Richie and Potsie. Counterwise: Richie on the let, Fonzie in the middle, Potsie by Fonzie and Ralph in the background.
"Guess we'll have to find out for ourselves to see if these guys with Fonzarelli are either family or friends," she said.
She knew for sure they were about to find out sooner or later.