I didn’t have an answer to that one, so I stepped outside and called Ranger.
“Are you still in New York?” I asked him.
“I’m on my way home. Vlatko left the consulate this morning with two other men. They got into a car, and we lost them in traffic. I left Rich and Silvestor there to watch the building, but I doubt Vlatko will be back.”
“Is there anything I can do for you?”
“Babe,” Ranger said.
“Besides that.”
I thought I heard him smile just before he disconnected.
I went back into the office, and Briggs was sitting in one of the cheap orange plastic chairs. His duffel bag was between his feet, and he looked depressed.
“Okay,” I said, “let’s think about this. Someone wants you dead. And it’s someone who doesn’t want to get his hands dirty. If you take Poletti out of the equation, you have two rocket-propelled firebombs and a car bomb. Very impersonal. Death from a distance.”
“Or it could be someone who likes explosions,” Lula said.
I looked at Briggs. “Do you know anyone who likes explosions?”
“All the poker players,” Briggs said. “They were always going out to the Pine Barrens to blow stuff up. One time they blew up a refrigerator. Sometimes they took their kids. Like it was family fun day. Poletti’s older kid never went, but the stoner loved it.”
“There are three poker players left,” I said. “Ron Siglowski, Buster Poletti, and Silvio Pepper. Out of those three, who wants to kill you the most?”
“I don’t know,” Briggs said. “I didn’t boink any of their wives. Ron Siglowski and Buster Poletti don’t even have wives. And Pepper’s wife is comatose by noon.”
“Sounds like your kind of date,” Lula said.
“There are advantages,” Briggs said.
“What about Scootch and Tommy Ritt?” Connie asked. “They were shot at close range. How does that fit?”
“It doesn’t fit,” I said. “Maybe we’re looking at two different killers.”
“So far, only one of them is a killer,” Lula said. “And the other one has no luck at all.”
“Maybe you could let me live here at the office for a couple days until I figure things out,” Briggs said. “I could sleep on the couch, and if someone shoots a rocket through the window I’m close to the hospital.”
“Not happening,” Connie said.
“How about a motel room?” I said. “There are some inexpensive motels on the road to White Horse.”
“I’d be a sitting duck in a motel.”
“Maybe if you weren’t such a sleazebucket you wouldn’t be in this predicament,” Lula said. “You ever think of that?”
“Talk about the pot calling the kettle black,” Briggs said. “I never took money for sex acts.”
“That’s ’cause no one would pay you,” Lula said.
Dillan Ruddick called on my cellphone.
“I have your apartment pretty cleaned up, and the claims adjuster is going to be here in ten minutes,” he said. “I thought you might want to walk through with him.”
“Sure,” I told him. “I’m on my way.”
“What about me?” Briggs asked. “Am I on my way too? What was that about?”
“I’m going to meet the claims adjuster at my apartment.”
“I could be helpful,” Briggs said. “I have a good head for finance. I could take notes for you.”