Frank nodded.
‘That’s when they’ll tell me where to bring the money,’ he said.
‘And that’s what we’ll do,’ I said. ‘But we’ll need a bigger car.’
Frank frowned at me.
‘No way is Jerry gonna fit in the trunk of this one.’
Frank actually laughed.
FORTY-EIGHT
When we got back to the house I let Frank brief the others on what we’d been doing. Somebody handed me a bottle of beer, which I appreciated.
‘Was anybody watching you?’ Evans asked.
Frank looked at me.
‘I didn’t see anybody, but I’d say yeah. I mean, otherwise what was the point of running us from phone to phone?’
‘Good point,’ Evans said.
I looked around the room. There were more people there than when we left. More cops. More FBI. I found out later there were better than a hundred cops and two dozen FBI agents out looking for Frankie.
‘OK,’ Evans said, ‘so we’re back to waiting for a call.’
‘I don’t want it traced,’ Frank said.
‘What?’
‘Stop trying to trace the calls,’ Frank said. ‘I just want to pay the money and get my kid.’
‘Mr Sinatra,’ Evans said, ‘we’re very experienced at this-’
‘That’s why I think I’ll go with payin’,’ Frank said.
‘I don’t understand.’
‘Really?’ Frank asked. ‘Jerry understands, don’t you, Jerry?’
Jerry had been standing to the side. Now he stepped up, and suddenly he seemed to fill the room.
‘You’re all pros,’ he said, ‘used to dealin’ with pros. These guys are amateurs. They ain’t doin’ what you expect ’em to do.’
‘That’s right,’ Frank said.
‘Makes sense,’ Rudin said.
‘Send your men home, Mr Evans,’ Frank said. ‘You can stay if you want, keep as many men here as you want. Send the wire men home. I’m gonna pay.’
‘Mr Sinatra-’
‘It’s my kid,’ Frank said, ‘and my call.’
The room got quiet. We all turned our eyes to the doorway, where Nancy was standing. She’d heard everything Frank said.
‘Excuse me.’ Frank walked to Nancy and they went into another room.
‘All right, boys,’ DA Evans said, ‘let’s pack it all up.’
Jerry looked at me. I jerked my head for him to follow me and we went to the kitchen. A new spread had been put out for lunch.
‘That’s real turkey,’ Jerry said. He started building himself a sandwich. After all the running around with Frank, I was ready for one, too.
‘I don’t know how this happened, Jerry,’ I said, ‘but this is gonna fall to you and me.’
‘I know, Mr G.’
‘Are you ready?’ I asked.
‘I’m always ready, Mr G.,’ he said, ‘you know that.’ He added cheese to his sandwich, lettuce, mayo, pickles, built it higher than my mouth would have been able to handle. Mine was half the size.
He took a bite.
‘I know you are, Jerry,’ I said.
‘So are you, Mr G.,’ Jerry said. ‘I know that, so does Mr S. You gotta believe it, is all.’
He was right. I took a bite of my sandwich.
FORTY-NINE
If we had been at Frank’s house we probably would have all just sacked out on the floor, or a sofa, or some kind of chair. But we were at Nancy’s place, so Frank gave Jerry and me a car and told us where the nearest motel was.
‘You’ll be able to get here in five minutes,’ he assured us.
He actually gave us one of the limos, which Jerry drove to the Bel-Air Motor Court. We decided just to go ahead and get one room with two double beds, so that when the call came in we’d both know it.
There were vending machines in the lobby and when we got to the room Jerry dumped his load of chips, pretzels and candy on one of the beds, thereby claiming it as his. We also had a Styrofoam cup of coffee each which we got from a nearby coffee shop.
There was a TV in the room, and while we did turn it on we left the volume low. Jerry offered me my choice of potato chips, corn chips or pretzels to go with my coffee, and I chose pretzels. He didn’t look happy about it, but if he didn’t want to lose them he shouldn’t have offered.
We each sat on our respective beds to wait for the phone to ring.
‘What’s happening with Billy?’ I asked.
‘I don’t know what to do about that kid, Mr G.,’ he said. ‘Spends most of his time workin’ on that system. I got him to pay back part of that dough he owes the Sands, but he keeps sayin’ he’s waitin’ to hit big so he can pay it all back.’
‘He’s got time.’
‘I appreciate you talkin’ to Mr Entratter about that, Mr G.’
‘Don’t worry,’ I said. ‘Jack’s got other things on his mind. Just don’t bring Billy back to Vegas for a while.’
‘Don’t worry,’ Jerry said. ‘When he swiped that dough I crossed him off my list.’
‘What list?’
‘The list of people I’d bring to Vegas with me.’
‘So how long is the list now?’
He thought a moment, then said, ‘Nobody. He was the only one. And that was only because my aunt asked me to do it.’
‘Did you tell your aunt what he did?’ I asked. ‘Lost seventy grand, tried to get more credit from another casino, stole five Gs from you and tried to gamble it? All that?’
‘I did,’ Jerry said. ‘I ratted him out, sang like a canary.’
‘I’ll bet he didn’t like that.’
‘I don’t know if he even cares,’ Jerry said. ‘I don’t know if you noticed, but he ain’t exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer, ya know?’
‘I know.’
‘Wait a minute, wait a minute,’ Jerry said. He sprang off the bed and turned the volume up on the TV. ‘I love this movie.’ He returned to the bed.
I looked at the screen and saw the title JOHNNY CONCHO. It was Frank’s first film as a director, where he also played the title character.
‘Yeah, I like this, too.’
‘Let’s watch it!’ Jerry sprang off the bed again. ‘I’ll go get some Cokes.’
As he ran out the door I called out, ‘See if you can find some popcorn.’
FIFTY
The phone rang early the next morning. Jerry moaned and I rolled over and grabbed it.
‘Get over here,’ Frank said, and hung up.
I hopped out of bed and slapped Jerry on the shoulder.
‘Gotta go, big guy.’
He groaned, but got his feet around to the floor while I was pulling on my pants. He reached under his pillow and brought out his.45. For once I was glad to see it.
He drove the limo to Nancy’s house in Bel-Air. There was a wall of reporters and cameras outside.
‘Looks like the word is out,’ I said.
‘Hold on.’
He expertly worked his way through the crowd without hitting anyone. . too hard. A couple of men — probably Sinatra’s bodyguards — opened the gates to let us through.
Inside the house there was a lot of activity, none of it seeming to accomplish anything. Frank was talking to a man who appeared to have arrived just before us.
‘Eddie,’ he said, when he spotted me, ‘this is Al Hart, from my bank. He brought the money.’
‘Where is it?’
Frank picked up a brown paper bag and showed it to me.
‘This is the way they want it,’ he said.
‘Fine. When do we go?’
‘Now,’ Frank said.
‘There are a hell of a lot of reporters outside, Frank.’
‘I know,’ he said. ‘You drive. I’ll crouch down in the back.’
‘I’ll get in the trunk,’ Jerry said.
Evans, who was standing by listening, asked, ‘Do you think you’ll fit?’
Jerry tossed him a look and said, ‘I’ll make myself fit.’
‘Where are we supposed to go?’ I asked.
‘I’ll tell you when we get in the car.’
‘Mr Sinatra,’ Evans said, ‘if you’ll tell me I can have some men-’
‘No,’ Frank said, ‘no men. If these guys are amateurs, seeing a bunch of cops might make them kill Frankie.’
‘Sir, with all due respect, they might kill him anyway.’
‘I’m bettin’ two hundred and forty thou they won’t — and this ain’t the biggest bet I ever made. Just the most important.’ He turned and thrust the paper bag of loot into my hands. ‘Let’s go.’