It Was a Very Bad Year (20 page)

He thought the information over for a few moments, then said, ‘You didn't tell Frank?'

‘Jack, when we went out to deliver the money, Frank had a gun,' I said. ‘I don't want him gettin' himself in trouble.'

‘Guess you're right,' he said. ‘If he got the chance he'd probably blow the heads off those scumbags.'

‘So I told Evans, figured he'd act on it, then told Hargrove so he wouldn't throw me into a cell.'

‘And I'm third on the totem pole, huh?'

‘Don't get offended, Jack.'

‘I'm not offended,' Entratter said, wearily. ‘I'm tired. This whole Frankie thing . . . if the kidnappers get caught, then I'm glad you told whoever you told. Now, what's happening here, in Vegas, that's gonna keep you from workin'?'

‘Nothing,' I said. ‘I mean, hopefully, when they catch the kidnappers, everything else will go away.'

‘So whatever you stirred up when you were helping Abby will be over, too?'

‘I said . . . hopefully.'

‘Yeah . . . take tonight off, Eddie. See you at work tomorrow.'

‘OK.'

As I stood up he said, ‘Oh, wait.'

‘Yeah?'

‘What about Jerry? Where is he?'

‘I stuck him in a room,' I said. ‘A regular, normal room.'

‘Is he goin' home tomorrow?'

‘He's gonna stick around,' I said. ‘Um, Hargrove kinda told him to stick around until everything is . . . resolved.'

‘Resolved,' Jack said. ‘That's a good word.'

‘Yeah.'

‘Tell me, what's gonna happen when they catch the kidnappers in LA and Hargrove realizes you gave them the info before you gave it to him?'

‘I don't know,' I said. ‘I guess I'll have to deal with that when the time comes.'

‘Get some sleep, Eddie,' he said. ‘You look like shit.'

I went home.

Jack was right. I was exhausted. I fell on to my bed without getting undressed and when I opened my eyes, it was morning. Not early morning. It was ten. Jerry had probably had pancakes by now. That was good. I wasn't quite up to watching him work his way through two stacks.

I showered, got dressed, made myself a simple egg sandwich for breakfast, washed it down with coffee while I watched the TV. Frankie's return home was a big story. Also, the fact that the kidnappers were still on the loose, and were being hunted. The police said that their capture ‘was imminent.' I wondered if that was because of my information.

I was getting dressed when the phone rang.

‘Hello?'

‘We gotta talk,' a man said.

‘If I knew who you were—'

‘It's Irwin,' he said. ‘We gotta talk.'

‘About what?'

‘I can help you.'

‘Help me do what?'

‘Catch my brother, and his two idiot friends.'

‘Amsler and Keenan?'

He hesitated. I could hear him breathing on the other end.

‘You know more than I thought.'

‘I know about Canoga Park, I even know about November twenty-second.'

‘Yeah,' Irwin said, ‘they was gonna grab the kid that day. The JFK thing shit-canned all that.'

‘So where are they?'

‘Ya gotta meet me,' Irwin said. ‘And I need some money. You shorted me last time.'

‘Why would I give you money?'

‘I gotta get away.'

‘Seems to me you've done a pretty good job of going underground.'

‘I been in LA, but I came back.'

‘Why?'

‘To pack my stuff,' Irwin said. ‘This time when I disappear I want it to be for good.'

‘I don't have any money, Barney.'

‘You must have . . . some.'

‘I can probably scrape together a couple of thousand.'

‘That's all?'

‘If you wanted more you should've stuck with your brother and got your cut.'

‘No, it wasn't like that,' he said. ‘I wasn't involved, nor that I should get a cut.'

‘Two grand, Barney,' I said. ‘That's it.'

Again, he breathed heavily into the phone.

‘Yeah, yeah, OK,' he said. ‘Two thousand.'

‘Where do you want to meet?'

‘You know that warehouse you and your big goon took me to?'

‘Yeah.'

‘We'll meet there.'

‘When?'

‘In an hour.'

‘An hour?'

‘Yeah, I don't wanna give you too much time to . . . get some help.'

‘Why would I need help to pay you for some information, Barney?'

‘I'm . . . just sayin'.'

‘OK, Barney,' I said, ‘the warehouse in an hour.'

‘Don't forget the two grand.'

‘I've got just enough time to go to the bank and get it.'

‘That's what I figured,' he said, and hung up.

I called Jerry.

‘It's a set up,' he said.

‘That's what I was thinking,' I said. ‘By giving me an hour, he figures I don't have time to fly you in.'

‘Unlucky for him I'm already here,' Jerry said. ‘And two grand? I don't think Irwin would cross the street for that kinda dough, Mr G.'

‘Again,' I said, ‘we're thinkin' alike. He doesn't seem to be any smarter than his brother and friends. They only asked for two hundred and forty grand from Frank.'

‘They're all stupid amateurs,' Jerry said.

‘I'm comin' to get you, Jerry,' I said, ‘and then we'll hit the warehouse.'

‘OK, Mr G. I'll be out front.'

I hung up, grabbed my jacket and keys and was out the door.

I
swung up in front of the Sands, waved through by the valets, who recognized me. Jerry jumped into the passenger seat and I took off again.

‘Did you get the two grand?' he asked.

‘No,' I said, ‘since we don't intend to pay him, I didn't bother.'

He showed me a brown envelope. ‘I put some brochures inside.' It looked like it was thick with money. ‘Just in case.'

‘Good thinkin', Jerry.'

We drove downtown to the warehouse where Jerry thought he had succeeded in scaring Barney Irwin half to death.

‘I don't get it,' Jerry said. ‘If he's got money from the kidnappin' why would he bother to come back here? Why not get lost?'

‘Maybe it's worth it to him to get back at me,' I said.

‘That's what I mean,' Jerry said. ‘Amateurs. He shoulda just forgot about it and took off.'

‘He claims he didn't get a cut from the kidnapping,' I said. ‘If that's true it could explain why he's back, but it doesn't explain why he'd settle for only two grand.'

When we pulled up to the warehouse there were no other vehicles around.

‘Might be around back,' Jerry said.

I started the car again and rode around the building. No cars, no trucks. Once again I stopped near the front door.

‘You got a gun?'

‘A forty-five.'

We walked to the door and tried it, found it unlocked. The inside was dark. There seemed to be a single bulb burning somewhere in the center. Probably the one that had been hanging over Irwin's head last time.

I could barely see Jerry but he gave me some hand signals which I assumed meant he was going to lay back in the dark. I nodded. He handed me the envelope full of brochures.

I advanced toward the light. The chair Irwin had been sitting in was still there. This seemed more and more like a trap, Irwin looking for payback, either because he was still afraid of Jerry, or because I was the one who put him in that chair with Jerry.

‘Barney!' I called. My voice echoed in the empty warehouse interior. ‘Come on, Barney.'

There was a moment of silence, then a voice said, ‘Come to the center of the room. I wanna make sure you're alone.'

If he had gotten there first – which he obviously had – he was pretty dumb if he hadn't been watching the parking lot to see if I would come alone.

I walked, eventually entering the small circle of light thrown by the naked bulb.

‘You got the money?' the voice asked. It sounded like Irwin, but I couldn't really tell.

‘I've got it.'

‘Put it on the chair.'

I walked to the chair, laid the envelope down, then stepped back.

‘Come on, Barney, stop playin' games. I'm not just gonna leave this on the chair. Come on out.'

‘I ain't so sure I wanna come out,' Irwin said.

‘Barney, come on . . . what's this all about. Why'd you call the cops and tell them I killed your friend Wayne?'

There was a pause, then he said, ‘Somebody killed Wayne?'

‘Yeah, well, I figured it was you, and you were tryin' to jam me up with the cops by givin' them my name.'

No reply.

‘It didn't work. I'm still walkin' around free.'

‘You had no right,' he said, finally.

‘No right to do what?'

‘What you did to me,' Irwin said. ‘You ruined my business, you left me alone with that . . . that animal, and then you short changed me.'

‘Barney, I don't think I ruined your business, I think I put it out of its misery. As far as leavin' you alone with Jerry, that was your own fault. And finally, you got more money than you deserved.'

Again, silence.

I heard the sound of feet scraping on the concrete floor. I hoped it wasn't Jerry. Then again, maybe it would have been better if it was Jerry. As it was, two figures stepped into the circle of light, coming from different directions. It was the Rienza brothers, my old buddies from Reno.

‘
N
ot so smart, are ya?' one asked.

‘You don't learn your lesson, do ya?' the other asked.

‘Actually,' I said, ‘I do.'

‘Huh?' one asked.

Their huge hands were empty, no guns, so when Jerry stepped out of the dark, his gun was still tucked away.

‘Meet my friend,' I said.

The two of them eyed Jerry warily. They were big, but he was bigger. In the darkness I heard some more feet scraping the floor, and then the sound of running. At the sight of Jerry, Irwin was taking off.

‘Hey,' one of the Rienzas said, ‘he ain't supposed to be here.'

‘Go, Mr G.,' Jerry said. ‘I got this.'

No weapons came out. It looked as if the Rienza brothers were gonna go
mano-a-mano
with Jerry. I wasn't sure about leaving him alone, but then I wasn't so sure I wouldn't be more hindrance to him than help if I stayed.

‘Go!' he snapped.

At that moment a door opened somewhere in the warehouse. Light flooded in, and then the door slammed.

I turned and headed for the front door.

By the time I got outside there was no way I could figure out which door Irwin had used. I scanned the parking lot, but didn't see anyone running away from the place. Suddenly I heard the sound of a motor. From the left side of the warehouse a motorcycle appeared, heading for the street. The rider was wearing a helmet. The only way I knew it was Barney Irwin was the flash of pastels as he went by. Even the helmet was powder blue.

I thought about jumping in my car and chasing him, but I knew I'd never catch him. He was gone. We'd been looking for cars or trucks when we drove around the building. Somehow, we'd missed the bike.

I turned and went back inside.

In the circle of light Jerry had one of the Rienza brothers down on his belly. His hands were locked with the other one, as if they were in the center of a wrestling ring, and the Rienza was not faring well in the test of strength. His knees began to bend as Jerry slowly showed his superior strength.

The Rienza who was down was not out. He started to move and in the yellow light I saw a glint of metal. I ran forward and, for want of a better idea, I kicked the Rienza in the head. He grunted, dropped his gun to the concrete with a clatter.

‘Gun, Jerry!' I said.

Jerry risked a look over his shoulder at me, then turned his attention back to the second Rienza. Abruptly, he lifted his knee into the man's face. I heard bones crunch and, as teeth fell to the floor, the other man fell on to his back with a groan. Jerry quickly bent, patted him down, and came away with a .38.

I picked up the first man's gun, which was also a .38.

‘What about Irwin?' Jerry asked.

‘He took off on a motorcycle by the time I got outside.'

‘How did we miss that?'

I shrugged.

‘How was that fella Wayne killed?' Jerry asked me. He wasn't even out of breath.

‘I'm not sure.'

‘Well,' he said, ‘if he was shot, it might've been with one of these guns. These guys are dumb enough to keep it.'

I looked down at the two unconscious brothers.

‘Maybe,' I said, ‘we should make an anonymous call of our own to the cops.'

T
here were dumpsters behind the building. We found two more motorcycles behind them. That explained how we missed the Rienzas.

We found rope in my trunk and tied the brothers up before we left. Jerry unloaded their guns, and tossed them on the floor.

Jerry drove while I looked for a phone booth. He stayed in the car as I dialed and then made my anonymous call to the cops, giving them the address of the warehouse, saying I had heard shots.

I got back in the car.

‘OK,' I said, ‘later we'll have somebody call and drop Wayne's name. For now those two idiots will just be taken in and checked out. Hargrove won't let them go easily.'

‘So where to now?' he asked.

‘Back to the Sands, I guess.' The Sands seemed to be where it always started and ended for me. It was more home than home was.

When we got to the casino I was approached as soon as we walked into the lobby.

‘Mr Entratter's lookin for you,' a bellman told me. ‘Wants you in his office pronto.'