Not mine as much as I wish. Everything except for the plot belongs to JE. The only other thing I can really claim are my mistakes.

Thank you for all of the great comments, the plot line is going to be a bit different and as we get further along there will be more "laundromat jargon". As I go forward I am going to be more descriptive….I did go back and fix a few things in the first chapter.

For the review that said Stephanie was already referring to Megan by her name before she gave the description or introduced. I'll let you form your own assumption, but I feel that Ranger and Stephanie would talk a little about the account in the car and she would find out the name. OR we can always go with the fact that in a close knit neighborhood, everyone knows everyone and she knew Megan's name from someone like Grandma talking about it. Whatever floats your boat, I was a little vague about that one when I could have been more descriptive. J

Chapter 2

SPOV

With Megan leaving the building it left a lot of unanswered questions. Normally she would not have been permitted to leave the building without a lot more questioning, but I think even though we never spoke it, Ranger was more worried about her son being harmed and didn't want to chance something happening to him. Even though they've tightened the security at the schools with all of the school shootings in the past years, it still isn't great. The student resource officer that works at Angie's school actually had a child come up behind her and take her gun out of the holster and throw it to another child before she even realized it was no longer on her hip. Needless to say the officer was replaced within a few days, but it's still a scary thought to think that the person that is supposed to be guarding our kids is that unaware.

"Well what do you think?" Ranger asked me.

"At this point I don't think I'm sure. Looking around this place they seemed to have sunk a lot of money into it. None of this equipment is cheap. It seems like everyone is top of the line, including the office furniture. I wonder if there are any partners in the business. If there are someone needs to go talk to them." I said as I walked around the office.

"Let's head into the main part of the building and see if anyone found anything." Ranger said as he grabbed the door knob.

Upon making our way to the washer side of the building I saw three members of the TPD along with Lester, Tank, and Cal. They had already gotten the body out of the washing machine. Except for a few mangled limbs, bruises and a couple of possible broken bones the body looked pretty clean, no pun intended. Whoever did this didn't use a gun since there were no entrance or exit wombs.

"Steph, do you know anything about these washers?" Lester asked me.

"Why would I know anything about them? Just because I don't have an Ella to do my laundry like the rest of the men in black doesn't mean I come to a laundromat every time I have dirty laundry." I shot him a look as I finished my sentence.

"I didn't mean it like that; I just know you do have a washer or dryer so I wondered if you had been here before." He said.

"Nope, but I've got to admit besides seeing them on TV in huge resorts I've never seen washers this big. I wonder how much laundry you can fit into these big ones." I pondered.

"Looking at the front they say they hold 80 pounds of laundry," Tank said coming up behind us "That is a lot of laundry, and that is also the reason there is not a lot of damage to the body. Besides folding the body up at its natural points, it didn't take much to get it into there. I think there was only one broken bone and that may have been from a struggle and not from actually shoving him into the machine."

"The thing I find interesting is the whole saying about taxes and dirty laundry is actually part of the slogan from one of the laundromats in Newark." Cal said, "Someone has done their research. That is not something that most people would say."

"Let's roll out Babe," Ranger said as the rookie from TPD walked away from him. "I want head back to Rangeman and try to get in contact with Megan to see if we can stop by where she is staying and ask her a few questions. Also, I want to make sure Justin is okay."

On the ride back to Rangeman we began talking about the business. Megan and Brandon did not take a traditional route in their marketing. They went a little on the racy, almost crude side of things. It's very surprising that they have done as well with a town full of older, retired individuals considering their marketing campaign. The Burg and a lot of Trenton is not known for its crude sense of humor, even if I found some of the stuff pretty funny.

In the garage Ranger and I went our separate ways. He went straight up to his office and I went to the cubical that always seems to be left open when I'm not working for Rangeman. I wanted to do a little bit of research on Megan and Brandon. I really did not turn up much.

Brandon was 37 years old, had been married three times. One lasted less than a year when he was 18 years old, the other was obviously Justin's mother and it lasted a little over 6 years. Megan and Brandon had been married for close to ten years. The business was split 51%/49% with Brandon holding controlling interest. Justin's mother, Amanda Shaw had been through three custody cases with Brandon in the past 11 years. Each time she lost more and more custody, with the last one resulting in her having to pay child support to him. Justin was only 12 years old and his parents divorced by the time he was 6 months old.

Megan's history didn't show much more than Brandon's. Her family had moved around most of her childhood, a military brat. They settled in Trenton when she was in 13 and have been here ever since. She married Brandon when she was 20 years old and was employed as Justin's nanny for the first 3 months of his life, before Amanda and Brandon divorced. From the look of the paperwork she was the nanny before the paperwork shows there was a separation. Other than that, nothing peaked my interest so I went to take my findings to Ranger's office. I knocked on the door and waited for the okay to enter.

"Anything?" Ranger asked.

"Not really beyond your basic background. The only thing I found kind of interesting is that Megan was Justin's nanny before Brandon got divorced."

"I knew that, when I did the original meeting with Brandon and Megan he introduced her as the babysitter." He said with a smirk.

"Men! They've been married for 10 years and he makes it sound like some cheap porn fantasy."

"Babe"

"Other than the Jerry Springer triangle I didn't find anything else out of the ordinary. Did you get a hold of Megan?"

"Yes, she is coming to the office in an hour with Justin. Why don't I call Ella and we can go up to 7 and have lunch before she gets here?"

"Sounds good, let me run back to the desk and grab my things." I said as I headed out the door then met Ranger at the elevator to go upstairs.

The next part is going to be pretty lengthy. We're going to dig into everyone's past and find their "dirty laundry". I'm sorry for the somewhat abrupt ending to this chapter, but really there wasn't a better place to end it.