“Please try to think about us. Maybe we could find a small town in the mountains, somewhere in Wyoming, or Montana, somewhere. I don’t know Nick, is that such a crazy idea?”
Nick dropped onto the bed, leaned back onto a pillow and stared up at the ceiling. “Maybe there’s something to that. Maybe if I didn’t know as much as I do about terrorists and all of the plots we’ve thwarted. Some by dumb luck.” He sighed. “Maybe ignorance is bliss.”
Julie curled next to him and nuzzled up to the side of his face. “Come on over to the ignorant side, Sweetie. We could use a good man like you.”
His mouth grinned, but he was already thinking about his next move. Phil may have been somewhat of a drunk and loose with his lips, but he was his brother. After their parents died, Nick became almost a surrogate father to his younger sibling. Phil needed him.
“Hello in there,” Julie said, knocking on Nick’s forehead. “Anybody home?”
Nick pulled her down on top of him and gazed into the deep blue of her eyes. “Look here, Miss, I’m leaving town. But that doesn’t mean I won’t miss you every minute I’m gone.”
He rolled off the bed and finished packing. He zipped the garment bag, threw it over his shoulder and bent down to kiss her. “I’ve got to go. See you tomorrow.”
“Is Matt going with you?”
“Of course.”
She smiled.
“You think he’s my guardian angel, don’t you?”
“I do,” she said. “I always feel better when he’s with you. I don’t know why. Intuition maybe.”
He looked at his watch. “Well, I’m meeting him at the airport at seven.”
“It’s only three-thirty. What’s the hurry?”
“I’m stopping at Pimlico on the way.”
“The horse track? You have an itch to bet a few races?”
“No,” he said. “I’ve got to see Tommy. He hasn’t missed the feature race in fifteen years.”
“Tommy? Your cousin Tommy? Why, do you need him to leave a horse’s head in someone’s bed?”
Nick laughed. “Just because he’s connected doesn’t mean he’s not family.”
“Oh, he’s family all right.” She pressed her nose to the side and gave her best mobster face.
“Well, believe it or not, I need his help. We can’t find any info on the limo that took Phil from the casino last night. Tommy has Vegas connections.”
“With all of the favors you’ve used up at the DA’s office getting him and Silk out of trouble, he’d better help you.”
“He will.”
Pimlico was the second oldest racetrack in the country. In the 1800s it was considered a nice buggy ride out of town. Since then, it had been swallowed up by growth, all one hundred forty acres entirely within Baltimore city limits, with houses visible all along the backstretch. Nick’s father first brought him to Pimlico when Nick was ten. His father loved the challenge of handicapping the races. He showed Nick how to read the Racing Form and taught him the significance of pace. He’d tell him which horse would be leading going into the first turn and which horse would come with a late charge. Most importantly, he taught him how to figure out which horse fit the race best. His father was merely a two-dollar bettor, but that didn’t lessen his zeal for the sport. His father’s excitement was contagious and even though they went but once a month, Nick cherished each trip.
Nick pushed through the turnstile and headed for the apron in front of the finish line. After his parents’ death, he used to meet his cousin Tommy there nearly every weekend, back when Nick and Phil stayed at Tommy’s house. Nick’s Uncle Victor was his father’s brother and Tommy’s dad. The house was too small for the seven inhabitants, but no one complained. Uncle Victor and Aunt Ruth always made certain Nick felt like he was at home, and for the most part, he did.
Most of Nick’s youth, however, was spent with Tommy Bracco and Don Silkari. The three of them drank and pranked their way through their teenage years with reckless abandon. If someone tried to mess with one of them, the other two were always there to finish the fight. Literally. Eventually they matured and found their lives heading in different directions, but the friendship had always endured.
Nick shook his head in amazement when he saw Tommy standing in virtually the exact spot he’d stood for every feature race at the Pimlico meet for nearly twenty years. Tommy wore an Armani suit, sharkskin shoes, and a pair of large, gold cufflinks that screamed out from the bottom of his shirtsleeves. Next to him, as always, was Silk, using the same tailor as Tommy. Both had colored toothpicks dangling from their mouths.
“What’s with the clothes?” Nick asked.
“Hey, Nicky, what’s goin’ on?” Tommy reached for Nick’s extended hand and pulled him into a bear hug. “Good to see ya. How’s that beautiful bride of yours?”
“She’s fine. School’s out, so she’s taking it easy for the summer.” Nick motioned to Don Silkari. “Hey, Silk.”
“Hey,” Silk said, his head buried deep into an open Racing Form.
“So, what’s with the gear?” Nick asked.
Tommy pulled on his lapels. “Oh, this stuff, well… you see we’re stockbrokers now.”
“Stockbrokers? You two?”
Tommy shrugged. “Hey, that’s where the money is these days, Nick. And we gotta be where the money is.”
Nick stuck an index finger in each ear. “I’m not listening. The less I know, the less I can testify to.”
Both men broke out into wide grins. Tommy handed Nick a folded Racing Form opened to the eighth race. “Nicky, look at this race. I can’t understand why the four horse is going off at five-to-one. I mean he just won his last two races at the same price, he oughta be the chalk. You’re the investigator. Tell me what I’m missing here.”
It took Nick less than a minute to see what Tommy had missed. It wasn’t something that was likely to get by his cousin. Tommy had a knack for appearing slow-witted. It went along with the way he talked and his mannerisms. He would lure you in, encouraging you to underestimate him. This was his most prized talent. Like a snake pretending to be slowed by injury, all the while waiting for the right moment to strike. Tommy had no motive to pull something on Nick, it was simply habit.
Nick slammed the form into Tommy’s chest. “He’s not a he, that’s why. The horse is a filly, Tommy. It’s her first time against the boys.”
Tommy didn’t bother to review his alleged oversight. He turned to Silk with pride. “See, that’s why he’s the law. He spots every little detail. That’s why he’s got the cutest wife in town.”
“Hey,” Nick said, “easy with the wife comments. I’m beginning the think you’ve got a thing for her.”
Tommy held up his hands. “Hey, Nicky, don’t insult me like that. I mean you’re like family to me.”
“Tommy, you’re my cousin. We are family.”
“See, you’re making my point for me.”
Nick’s face turned serious.
Tommy said, “What’s up?”
“I need your help.”
“Anything,” Tommy said.
“What I tell you two is confidential and—”
“That’s enough,” Silk interrupted. “We know the drill.”
Nick paused. He was uncomfortable with what he was about to do, but there was still a slim chance he could save his brother’s life. In Tommy’s world, information was a currency, like cash, only more valuable. Las Vegas, limos, and kidnapping were all staples in his domain. If there was a weak link somewhere in the Nevada desert, Tommy would find it.
Nick said, “Phil’s been kidnapped.”
Tommy’s face grew severe. His lip curled up in disgust. “Who done it?”
For the first time since Nick got there, Silk put down the Form.