“It isn’t pretty, Pop. Seems a casino in town called Diamond Dave’s got caught cheating their customers. Every single game in the joint was rigged. The Gaming Control Board shut the place down, and got the casino manager to confess. A few days later, the casino manager ended up with two bullets in his head.”
The light changed. His father pulled ahead, still staring at the busy road.
“Then a strange thing happened,” Gerry went on. “Diamond Dave, the owner of the casino, got hauled in. Dave claimed he didn’t know a thing, even though he was pocketing all the money. I’m talking millions, Pop. The GCB took his gaming license away, and shut the joint down. And that’s where the story ends.”
His father jerked his head sideways. “Say what?”
“They let him go. He’s in California now, selling real estate.”
“That’s impossible. He broke the god damn law. He’s also probably a murderer.”
“I know. I asked Nick how Diamond Dave got away with it. Nick said Diamond Dave had greased a lot of palms, and had friends in high places.”
“Nick wouldn’t tell you who sprung this crook?”
“No. I asked but he wouldn’t give it up.”
“And Nick thinks this is why Fred Friendly and the rest of his group went bad.”
“Yeah. Nick said the gaming agents that worked on the case were given counseling to make sure it didn’t affect their work. I remember seeing that in the files. Fred Friendly and the rest of ESD all took extended leaves three years ago.”
“I guess it didn’t work.”
“Guess not.”
The rental picked up speed. Gerry saw his old man talking to himself, trying to fit the pieces of the puzzle together. It was a lot of information to absorb, but that was what made his father the world heavyweight champ at catching cheaters and crooks. Several blocks later, his father punched the dashboard with his fist.
“Son-of-a-bitch.”
“You figured it out,” Gerry said.
“Damn right I did.”
His father pulled up a number on his cell phone. Gerry stole a glance, and saw that it was Bill Higgins he was calling. This was going to be good.
The call went through. His old man didn’t mince words.
“You and I need to talk,” his father barked into the phone.
They met up with Bill at a dive motel on Fremont Street. Fremont had once been a cool place to hang out, with a number of old casinos and funky restaurants. Those days were long gone, and today it was a human cesspool, the sidewalks filled with strung-out hookers, runaways, and street people who didn’t have two nickels to rub together.
Bill greeted them at the door. His necktie was pulled to one side, and he wore the haggard look of a man who hadn’t gotten enough sleep in the past few days. The stakeout team was in the room, and consisted of four members of the Metro Las Vegas Police Department. The team had placed sensitive eavesdropping equipment against the wall, and were listening to the activity of the room next door.
Valentine and his son entered, and Bill shut the door. Bill put his finger to his lips, and pulled them into a small kitchenette.
“You figure out which one of the agents is our crook?” Bill asked.
“They’re all crooks,” Valentine said.
Bill appeared too stunned to speak.
“The motive was Diamond Dave’s,” Valentine said.
Bill blinked. “Who told you about Diamond Dave’s?”
“It sure as hell wasn’t you.”
Bill ran his fingers through his thick head of hair. When he was a younger man, he’d worn his hair so it touched his collar, and impressed Valentine as a guy who marched to his own drummer. Time had obviously changed him. Bill looked at Gerry, who was leaning against the wall, then back at Valentine, who stood across from him.
“I’m sorry, Tony.”
“Explain,” Valentine said.
Bill tugged at his necktie like it was choking him. “ The owner of Diamond Dave’s had money problems, and decided to rig the games in his casino to pay off his creditors. We caught him, and shut the place down. We hauled Diamond Dave into jail, and guess who the first person was he called with his one phone call.”
“Governor Smoltz,” Valentine said.
Bill blinked again. “Who told you that?”
“I figured it out. Smoltz takes care of his friends. Diamond Dave probably helped put him in office.”
“That’s right. Diamond Dave was one of his biggest fund raisers. Two days after we arrested Diamond Dave, his casino manager turns up dead. He was our only witness. I got a call from Smoltz a few hours later, telling me to let Diamond Dave walk. Smoltz claimed the scandal would hurt the town’s business, and he wanted me to put a lid on it. I was under orders not to talk.”
Valentine had been a cop once, and obeyed plenty of orders he hadn’t agreed with. Bill had done what he’d had to do. But it still didn’t make it right. He watched his friend jerk his necktie off, and stuff it into his pocket.
“Let me ask you a question,” Valentine said. “When Bronco first told you there was a crooked gaming agent stealing jackpots, did you think this was blow-back to what had happened at Diamond Dave’s?”
Valentine already knew the answer to the question, but had to ask it anyway. Bill hadknown, which was why Smoltz had gotten involved. How Bill answered was going to determine whether they remained friends.
“Yes,” Bill said.
“Did Smoltz?”
“Yes, he figured it out as well.”
“Why didn’t you just focus your investigation on just the agents who’d been involved in shutting down Diamond Dave’s? Why throw such a wide net?”
“Because every agent working for the GCB knew about the scandal, and had been tainted by it,” Bill replied. “I had to look at everyone.”
Bill was being honest with him now. The dark secrets that Mira had told Mabel were hidden beneath the surface were finally coming out.
“What are you going to do now?” Valentine asked. “Or should I say, what’s Smoltz going to do? Let Fred Friendly and his gang skate?”
“Smoltz wants us to nail Bronco first, and muzzle him. Then we’ll haul in Friendly and the others.”
“Aren’t you afraid Friendly and his gang will go into the wind? They have to know that you’ve shut the Universal slot machines down.”
“I’m sure they do. But where are they going to go?” Bill said. “They all live here. Trust me, they’re going to be a lot easier to run down than Bronco.”
“I hope you’re right.”
One of the cops on the stakeout team appeared in the doorway.
“What’s up?” Bill said to him.
“The Asian just got a phone call,” the cop replied. “It’s Bronco. They’re setting up the meeting.”
“Thanks. I’ll be right in.”
The cop left, and Bill turned his attention back to Valentine.
“We done?”
“Done,” Valentine replied.
“I’m sorry I didn’t level with you Tony. I really am.”
“I’ll get over it.”
Bill nodded and went into the next room. Valentine started to follow, and saw Gerry motion for him to wait. His son went to the door and glanced into the next room, then came back and pulled his father into the corner.
“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Gerry said in a whisper.
“I’m never thinking what you’re thinking,” Valentine replied.
“If Bronco gets muzzled, only two people outside of Bill and Smoltz will know what’s going on. You and me.”
“So?”
“I sure hope we don’t end up with bullets in our heads.”
“Come on, Gerry, be serious.”
“I am, Pop. Think about it.”
Valentine did. And then it hit him. His son was right. In Vegas, it was all about the money, and the things they knew could permanently damage the way business was done. People had been killed in this town for less than that. A lot less.
“Guess we’d better watch each other’s backs,” Valentine said.
“Deal,” his son replied.