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

Brenda said. “He would never do anything mean. He’s just interested in the technology. He says it’s like a chess game, and he’s playing the computer. He’s really smart. He’s a genius.”
    “So why do the police want him if he hasn’t done anything wrong?” I asked.
    “He has a couple friends who are just like him. It’s, like, a geek club. I guess for giggles they break into government computers and leave funny messages. They don’t take information out, but the government doesn’t like when their systems get hacked.”
    “The government got no sense of humor,” Lula said.
    “Anyway, Jason and his friends went underground a year ago. Jason says they aren’t leaving any more funny messages, but the FBI is still looking for them. The thing is, the FBI doesn’t know who they are or what they look like, so if Jason keeps a low profile, he might be okay.”
    I took a step back to get away from the smoke cloud surrounding Brenda. “Jason is the friend who sent you the photograph from Hawaii, isn’t he?”
    “He was trying to help me get my car. He’s such a good boy.”
    “Do you know enough about computers to use the photograph?” I asked her.
    “No. Jason has a friend here who was going to help me.”
    “Sounds to me like Jason come home,” Lula said. “Why’d he do that if the FBI is lookin’ for him? Why didn’t he just send you another photograph?”
    “When poor Ritchy got killed, and we found out Razzle Dazzle was involved, Jason knew he was in danger and had to move. Razzle Dazzle has been chasing after Jason for over a year. There are terrorists who would love to get their hands on Jason. And Razzle Dazzle would deliver Jason to them.”
    “I’m confused,” Lula said. “Why did this Razzle guy want the photograph? Why didn’t he just go get Jason?”
    “Raz only knows Jason by his electronic imprint. I don’t know what that means. Jason says Raz is like a stupid hacker. Eventually, Raz tracks Jason down, but he doesn’t know his human identity or what he looks like. I think Raz thought Ritchy had a picture of Jason. I don’t think he knew about the code. At least, that’s what Jason thinks. So since Jason had to leave Hawaii anyway, he came home for a couple days to help me get my car and to visit with me. He was supposed to fly out tomorrow, but he got kidnapped.”
    My heart did a flip in my chest. “Razzle Dazzle?”
    “No. My brother has him. Jason and I were eating dinner, and my asshole brother came in with his two thugs and snatched him. I don’t know how he knew Jason was here. Maybe he heard Sammy the Pig had his car stolen and put it together.”
    Okay, I could breathe again. “At least your brother won’t hurt Jason.”
    “No, but Chester could hold Jason hostage until he agrees to show him how to hack into who knows what. And then Jason could be implicated in a crime. Or if Jason stays here too long, Razzle Dazzle or the FBI might find him. I thought of you because you grab people all the time. I was hoping you’d help me. I figure Chester has Jason at the warehouse.” Brenda squinted at me through the smoke haze. “What happened to your hair? It’s all flat and back in a ponytail.”
    “Rain,” I said. “I got caught in the rain.”
    “I didn’t see any rain.”
    “It must have been a rogue cloud. It drifted over me and
whoosh
there was a downpour.”
    “So are we gonna stage a big rescue?” Lula asked me. “We goin’ in with guns blazin’? I would have worn my Ranger outfit if I’d known.”
    Lula had forsaken the black for gold. Gold tank top, hot-pink short spandex skirt, gold spike-heeled shoes. It was a wonder Razzle hadn’t taken her out with one shot. She made a really good target.
    “We’ll go in with guns
not
blazing,” I said. “These aren’t hardened criminals.”
    “Chester might be a little hardened,” Brenda said.
    “You hear that?” Lula said to me. “A little hardened. No telling what we can expect. That means we need to take my Firebird, on account of I got extra ammo in my trunk.”
    “Extra ammo might be good,” Brenda said. “You can never have too much ammo.”
    We piled into Lula’s Firebird, and I called Ranger when we reached Broad.
    “Checking in,” I said to him. “I’m off the radar because I’m in Lula’s car, but I wanted you to know I’m making a sort of mercy illegal capture just north of Bordentown. I might need help.”
    “Babe, you’re not off the radar. You’re wearing my