“Holy Cross.”
“You finish college?”
Ray shook his head. “Only made it two years.”
“Me and Jean, we wanted our boy to finish college, wanted to give him a better choice than to be either a cop or a crook. No offense.”
Ray smiled. “None taken.”
“He was a smart boy, lot smarter than his old man, so when the time came, I bought him a new car and sent him off to college.”
Charlie stirred his drink with his finger, then took another sip. “Twenty years ago. His senior year at Notre Dame, driving home for Christmas, he hit a patch of black ice, and the car skidded down an embankment. A state trooper said there was only minor damage to the car, and if he had been belted in, he probably would have walked away. But my son didn’t walk away-he died.”
Ray had asked why Charlie had stood up for him, and Charlie had told him about his son, about his lost dreams. Maybe that was the answer. Maybe not. Ray didn’t want to push it.
“Any chance you could talk to the boss again for me, about this jam I’m in?” Ray asked.
Charlie shook his head. “Tony’s got his ear on this. The guy I called said Tony has made some kind of move. Told the Old Man he thinks you and Vinnie worked this thing together.”
“But that’s crazy,” Ray said.
“Doesn’t matter if it’s crazy or not, that’s what he told the boss, and that’s what the boss believes.”
“They’re brothers, for God’s sake.”
“Half-brothers.”
“Huh?”
“Same father, different mothers.”
Ray said, “I never heard that.”
“Their old man was supposed to have been a real gash-hound back in the day. The boss is his legitimate son. Vinnie is from one of his flings.”
“But they have the same last name.”
“I guess their father liked to spread the name around, wanted to make sure his line continued. There was another son, a legitimate one, the oldest, but he died in his thirties. They say it was syphilis.”
“I heard they don’t get along.” Ray said.
“Not at all, but even half-blood is strong. The boss set his brother up to run the House, but from what I hear, Vinnie is up to his ass in debt. That’s one reason why the Old Man isn’t having any trouble believing what Tony told him. Only he knows his brother couldn’t pull it off by himself, and that’s where you come in.”
“Tony has always had a beef with me.”
“You’re an Irish cop,” Charlie Rabbit said. “Of course he’s got a beef with you.”
“I was a cop.”
Charlie shrugged. “Once a cop, always a cop is how he looks at it.”
“How about you, it bother you I was a cop?”
“No. I got nothing against cops. Straight ones or bent ones. They’re just trying to get by like everybody else.”
“That’s Tony’s whole problem with me, I used to be a cop and I’m not Italian?”
“It’s that, plus I think he’s mad because Vinnie made him look bad by putting you in charge of finding the robbery crew. You got to understand Tony, he’s not going to let anything get in his way.”
“Get in the way of what?”
“Power. Why do you think he spent the last two years fucking Vinnie’s wife?”
“What!”
Charlie’s face broke into a grin. “She tells Vinnie she’s playing bridge with the girls.”
“I’ve seen Vinnie’s wife… She’s what, like fifteen years older than Tony? And I’ve seen Tony’s wife. She’s a piece of work, but she’s still a knockout.”
“She’s a bitch,” Charlie said.
“Yeah, that about sums her up.”
“Tony’s not fucking Vinnie’s wife because of her looks. He’s fucking her because she’s Vinnie’s wife, and that gives him an edge over Vinnie in case he ever needs it.”
Ray gulped down a mouthful of Jameson. This was too much.
Charlie lowered his voice. “You know what’s funny?”
Ray didn’t think any of it was funny. “What?”
“Tony’s wife…”
“Yeah.”
“Belongs to the same bridge club.”
“Huh?”
“The Old Man is fucking her.”
Ray felt like his jaw had dropped all the way to the floor.
Charlie said, “Show you how smart Tony is, his wife tells him she’s playing bridge, but what she’s really playing is hide the salami out at the Old Man’s fishing camp.”
Ray knew the place. “Out in the Rigolets?”
“You know where his camp is?” Charlie asked, surprised, like he thought it was a big secret.
“I used to work in the Seventh District. Every cop out there knows where his camp is.”
Charlie looked disappointed. “I didn’t know that.”
“It takes almost an hour to get there from downtown. He drives all that way just to screw Tony’s wife?”
“He’s an old man. She a beautiful woman, half his age. And you can bet she’s not a bitch when she’s with him. It’s a big deal for him. Once a week he gets dressed up and drives himself out there. No driver, no guards. He doesn’t want anybody else around. It’s a serious violation of the rules, fucking the wife of an underling.”
“What’s she get out of it?”
Charlie shrugged. “Who knows? When Tony’s not dipping his pole in some strange, he’s at the House till two or three in the morning. Maybe she just wants somebody to pay attention to her. Maybe that’s why she’s such a bitch. Maybe Tony ain’t taking care of his wife like he should.”
Ray rubbed his eyes. “You guys talk about loyalty…”
Charlie shot his hand across the table and grabbed Ray’s wrist. His grip was strong. He pulled Ray’s hand away and looked hard into his eyes. “Jean and me, we’re home every night sitting in front of the TV. Neither one of us plays bridge.”
Ray nodded. “Sounds like you got a good one.”
Charlie let go of Ray’s wrist.
“Maybe you should be running things,” Ray said.
Charlie smiled. “I’m retiring.”
“When?”
“Soon.”
Ray figured to be dead soon if he didn’t get out from under this. “I just want you to know, for whatever it’s worth, if Vinnie knocked over the House, he did it without my help or knowledge.”
“I know that, kid,” Charlie said. “But Tony’s not the only one who’s been trash-talking you.”
Ray’s stomach twisted. “What do you mean?”
“Somebody told the Old Man you knew two members of the crew.”
Jimmy LaGrange. That no-good, rotten bastard. “I didn’t know those guys. I arrested them, and that was years ago.”
“Thanks to Tony, the Old Man believes that not only did you know them, but that you used them to hit his place.”
Ray could feel his forehead damp with sweat. He pressed his drink against it. “What the fuck am I going to do?”
“Like I said, you’re in a jam.”
“How do I get out of it?”
“There’s only one thing you can do,” Charlie said.
Ray was in enough suspense. He didn’t need any more. “What?”
“Find out who really did it and get some proof.”
“Then what?”
“The boss is a reasonable man, but it’s like going to court. You’re going to have to plead your case.”
“But how?” Ray asked, hearing the desperation in his own voice.
“Call me when you find some proof,” Charlie said. “Maybe I can help. Just remember, Tony is looking for you.”
“Are you going be looking for me, too?”
Charlie Rabbit shook his head. “Not yet.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Ray found Dylan Sylvester’s blue Buick four-door at a sprawling apartment complex off Bullard Avenue. A high iron fence surrounded the complex, and the front gate included a manned twenty-four-hour checkpoint. The security guard had not wanted to let Ray in.
“Who you here to see?” the guard said.
Ray was there early, just past six a.m., so he couldn’t say he was going to the leasing office to ask about an apartment.
“I’m picking a guy up for work,” Ray had said.