Explosive Eighteen: A Stephanie Plum Novel (Stephanie Plum Novels)

leaked out, but it always does.”
    “Did you talk to Berger?”
    “No. We’ve been playing phone tag. I’ll try to hook up today.”
    Morelli left, and I went to my computer to get information on Billings. I found the company and scrolled through a bunch of pages. It looked like they distributed gourmet prepared food, specialty items, and premium meat and poultry. The warehouse and central offices were just north of Bordentown. It was a private company owned by Chester Billings. He wasn’t exactly squeaky clean. He’d been charged with income-tax evasion three years ago, but he’d settled up and nothing more had come of it. He’d also been charged with possession of stolen goods, but nothing had come of that, either.
    I plugged Chester Billings into a new search program that would give me some personal history. He was born in New Brunswick. Parents were Mary and William Billings. Sister Brenda. Holy cow. Brenda.
    I put Brenda Schwartz into the same search program and read down. There it was … Brenda Billings. Brother Chester.
    Okay, so I had finally made a connection. And it was interesting. But I still had no idea why the photograph was important. Or, for that matter, what I had to do to get everyone off my back.
    I shut my computer down, took a shower, got dressed, and headed out. Lancer and Slasher fell in line behind me on Hamilton and followed me all the way. We parked in front of the bonds office, and I walked back to talk to them.
    “I know who you work for,” I said to Lancer.
    “I didn’t tell you,” he said.
    “No. I found out on my own.”
    “I guess it’s okay then.”
    “You don’t seem especially motivated to beat information out of me,” I said.
    “We’re following orders,” Lancer said. “We keep our eye on you and report back where you go and who you talk to.”
    “Razzle Dazzle is more aggressive.”
    Lancer snorted. “He’s a freak. He used to hang out at the casino until they kicked him out. He had a way of getting the slots to pay out. Works for some Somali nutcase. Used to brag about how he could cut off a finger with a single slash of his knife.”
• • •
    Connie, Lula, and Vinnie were standing at silent attention when I walked into the office.
    “What’s going on?” I asked.
    “We’re listening,” Connie said. “Do you hear that?”
    I cocked my head and listened. “What am I supposed to be hearing?”
    “They’re squeaking,” Connie said. “They’re having a meeting.”
    “Who?”
    “The rats.”
    Oh boy.
    “I don’t hear them no more,” Lula said. “I’m not sure I ever heard them. I think the squeaking might have been Vinnie wheezin’.”
    “I don’t wheeze,” Vinnie said. “I’m the picture of health.”
    “Things to do. People to see,” I said. “There’s a warehouse I need to check out by Bordentown.”
    “They got good shopping at a flea market there,” Lula said. “I wouldn’t mind going with you.”
    “I wasn’t planning on shopping.”
    “Yeah, but you never know when the urge might hit you,” Lula said. “They got a kick-ass rib place there, too.”

TWENTY-THREE
     
    I DITCHED LANCER AND SLASHER in midtown Trenton, and got onto Broad. We picked Route 295 up in Whitehorse and went south.
    “I’m feeling like those guys aren’t trying real hard to tail you,” Lula said. “Seems to me they don’t got a lot of motivation.”
    “They’re security guards who got promoted beyond their level of incompetence.”
    “Why are we going to look at this warehouse?”
    “Lancer and Slasher are employed by a guy named Chester Billings. Billings owns a gourmet food-distribution company, and his warehouse is in Bordentown. Turns out Brenda Schwartz is his sister.”
    “Hunh,” Lula said. “What’s all that mean?”
    “Haven’t a clue.”
    “So we’re goin’ pokin’ around his warehouse?”
    “Not so much poking around as riding by. I’d like to get a sense of the operation.”
    The Billings warehouse and office were in a light industrial park. I found the service road and wound my way through the complex, finally coming to Billings Gourmet Food at the end of a cul-de-sac. The buildings were relatively new. Grounds were minimally landscaped but neat. The office was attached to the warehouse. Maybe two thousand square feet for the office. A lot more for the warehouse. Large parking lot. I drove around back to see the loading docks. Two loading docks and two roll-up garage doors. Woods behind. I thought