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That’s Nice Of You, But It’s Not Necessary To Loan Me A Car.” “i Loan You Cars All The Time.” “and I Almost Always Destroy Them Or Lose Them. I Have Terrible Luck With Cars.” “working At Rangeman Is A High-stress Job, And You’re One Of Our Few Sources Of Comic Relief. I Give You A Car And My Men Start A Pool On How Long It Will Take You To Trash It. You’re A Line Item In My Budget Under Entertainment.

Turns Out, That's How It Is With Weddings. You Just Keep Getting In Deeper And Deeper Until You Want To Throw Up.

That Was Close,"he Said, Helping Himself To Coffee. Yeah, You Almost Opened The Door To Morelli." I Wasn't Talking About Morelli. I Was Talking About Us." That Too," I Said. Ranger Sliced A Bagel And Looked For The Toaster. It's Broken,"i Told Him. He Truned The Boiler On And Slid The Bagel Into The Oven. That's Surprisingly Domestic For A Man Of Mystery," I Said To Him. He Looked At Me Over The Rim Of His Coffee Mug. "i Like Things Hot.

A Uniform Cordoned Off The Area With Crime Scene Tape. The M.e. Pulled In And Parked. There Were Two Emt Trucks Idling At The Edge Of The Lot. I’d Stayed Close To The Back Door, And One Of The Rangeman Guys Had Taken A Position Two Feet From Me, Standing At Parade Rest. No Doubt In My Mind He’d Take A Bullet For Me Rather Than Face Ranger Over A Dead Stephanie.

Morelli Beeped His Truck Unlocked. “if You’re Looking For Your Rent-a-cop, I Told Ranger You’d Be With Me This Morning.” “did He Make You Take A Blood Oath That You’d Protect Me?” “he Asked Me If I Had Adequate Health Insurance.