Robert Randisi - It Was a Very Bad Year

‘So you really don’t think this is connected to the kidnapping?’ Jilly asked.

‘No, I don’t.’

‘OK, then,’ Jilly said. ‘I’m gonna go back and sit with Frank.’

‘We’ll be along in a while,’ Jack said.

When we were alone, Jack sat on the bed next to me. The mattress sagged significantly.

‘You on the level about this?’

‘Oh, yeah,’ I said. ‘They never said a word about the kidnapping, and when I mentioned it they looked confused.’

‘You mentioned it?’

‘I said the word “kidnapping”. That’s all. I never mentioned Frank or Frankie.’

‘Were they gonna kill you?’

‘No,’ I said, ‘at least, I don’t think so. Why lie about a message, and needing to hurt me, if they were plannin’ to kill me?’

‘And you know who’s behind this?’

‘I think so,’ I said. ‘It’s a guy who’s afraid of Jerry, but apparently not so scared of me.’

‘OK,’ Jack said, ‘OK. I’m glad Agent Kent was on your ass.’

‘I wish he’d been a little closer,’ I said, rubbing my stomach. ‘The worst thing was tasting that spaghetti again.’

‘I know,’ Jack said. ‘That was pretty bad going down. Maybe later we can get a couple of steaks upstairs.’

‘I hope their steaks are better than their Italian.’

‘The Sky Room is supposed to be pretty good.’

‘I hope so.’

‘I’m gonna check in with Frank.’

‘I’m going to make some calls,’ I said. ‘I’ll see you later.’

He put his hand on my shoulder, squeezed it once, then left. I immediately picked up the phone and dialed Danny’s number in Vegas.

‘Gorillas?’ Danny asked.

‘Two of ’em,’ I said. ‘Big, not smart.’

‘Eddie, you just described every hood in the book.’

‘From the way they operated I assume they work together all the time,’ I said.

‘And they look alike?’

‘They could wear each other’s clothes,’ I said. ‘In fact. .’

‘What?’

I had just realized, so I said it out loud to see how it sounded.

‘. . they could be brothers.’

‘Ah, brothers who work together all the time,’ he said. ‘That should narrow the field.’

‘And they’re probably on their way back to Vegas right now.’

‘I’ll alert both airports,’ Danny said. ‘Unless they drove, they should be spotted going or coming.’

‘Remember,’ I said, ‘I don’t want revenge. I just want to know who they work for.’

‘Yeah, but we both figure it’s Irwin,’ Danny said, ‘so what we need to do is follow them.’

‘Right,’ I said, ‘don’t brace them. . alone.’

‘What? No, I’m not about to brace two gorillas on my own. Mike Hammer I ain’t.’

‘OK, good.’

‘Now you want to tell me why you’re in Reno and what’s goin’ on?’

‘I can tell you,’ I said, ‘but you can’t tell anyone else.’

‘You’ve got my word.’

I told him about Frankie being snatched.

‘No demand for cash yet?’ he asked.

‘No.’

‘Sounds like amateur hour,’ he said. ‘The longer they wait, the more chance there is something can go wrong.’

‘I was thinking the same thing!’ I said. ‘It sounds messy, right?’

‘Definitely. Are you sure you want to make the drop?’ he asked.

‘Why not?’ I said. ‘They’re amateurs, I’m an amateur.’

‘Come on, you’re practically a card-carrying private eye’s assistant.’

‘Thanks.’

‘You called Jerry, right?’

‘I don’t call Jerry everytime I get in trou. . yeah, I called him.’

‘Good. The big guy will keep you safe. Stay in touch. Let me know where you are.’

‘What are you, my fuckin’ father?’

He was laughing when I hung up. I wondered if we had time to get Jerry to Reno before the kidnappers called with their demands? That’s when Jack stuck his head in.

‘They called.’

When I got to Frank’s room the gang was all there. Only the FBI men remained in the hall. Frank was pale and had a stricken look on his face.

‘They wouldn’t let me talk to him,’ he kept saying. ‘They wouldn’t. .’

Raggio looked at me and said, ‘They insisted that Frank Jr. is fine.’

‘Did they say how much they want?’

‘Yes,’ Raggio said, ‘and we don’t understand it.’

‘Why?’

‘They asked for two hundred and forty thousand dollars.’

‘What? That’s all?’

‘They could have asked for millions,’ Jilly Rizzo said. ‘Frank would have paid it.’

‘That’s hard to understand,’ Jack Entratter said.

‘What about the location?’ I asked.

‘All they said was,’ Raggio said, ‘they wanted Mr Sinatra to go to LA.’

‘OK,’ I said, ‘at least we know that much.’

‘He’s going to fly back tomorrow,’ Entratter said to me. ‘You can go with him.’

‘Fine. I’ll call Jerry. He can fly to LA and meet us at the airport.’

‘Work it out with him,’ Jack said. ‘I’ll make sure the two pilots are coordinated.’

‘OK.’

‘Go,’ Jack said, ‘make the call, and then come back. Frank’ll be able to talk then.’

I backed out of the room, went to mine and made the call.

I made the arrangements with Jerry to fly to LA in the morning.

‘You can join us at the airport,’ I said. ‘I’m not sure where we’ll go from there. Frank will have to decide where he wants to stay.’

‘I’ll be there, Mr G.’

‘And since you’ll be flying on Frank’s private plane,’ I said, ‘bring your gun, Jerry.’

‘I hear ya.’

‘Let me fill you in on something else.’ I went on to tell him about the two hoods who had attacked me on the street.

‘They musta followed you there, Mr G., intendin’ to deliver that message.’

‘Pretty nervy,’ I said, ‘or pretty dumb, with the FBI around.’

‘Well,’ he said, ‘you did put yourself out there, didn’t ya?’

‘I did, yeah,’ I admitted. ‘Luckily, one of the feds followed me, or who knows what would’ve happened. They might have beaten me to death.’

‘I don’t think they woulda killed you, Mr G.,’ Jerry said, disagreeing with me. ‘They probably woulda just messed ya up some.’

‘Unless they’re the same ones who killed Wayne in Vegas.’

‘Well, I agree with you that it probably had nothin’ to do with the kidnappin’. Maybe we’ll have to go back to Vegas and find that Irwin guy. I’ll have to make an even bigger impression on him.’

‘First things first, Jerry,’ I said. ‘We’ve got to get Frankie back.’

‘Yes, sir, we do,’ Jerry said. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow mornin’, Mr G. You tell Mr S. to hang on, ’cause I’m comin’.’

‘See ya, big guy. Watch your back.’

‘I always do.’

I hung up, called Danny’s number next. He wasn’t there but I told Penny I’d be in LA the next day, and would call from there to give them a number where they could reach me.

‘Watch yourself, Eddie G.,’ she said, before we hung up.

‘I’ll do my best, doll.’

After I hung up I sat there for a few moments. I needed some time to myself. My head was pounding, my gut still ached, and it was starting to hit me that Frank Jr.’s life might be at least partially in my hands. That made me nervous as hell. But I was bolstered by the fact that, of all the people Frank could have chosen to do this, he chose me. Nothing I’d ever done for him before had ever been as personal as this, and I was determined to come through for him.

I stood up, shook my arms out, stretched and then figured — with the help of some aspirin — I could get right back into the game.