Robert Randisi - Hey There (You with the Gun in Your Hand)
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- Название:Hey There (You with the Gun in Your Hand)
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- Издательство:St. Martin
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- Год:2008
- ISBN:9780312376420
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“Anything else?” she asked.
“No,” Sloane said, “can you just run a tab for us, honey?”
“Sure.”
As she left the other two agents and Jerry lifted their glasses.
“I need to know what you and Mr. Epstein were doing out at that barn, Gianelli,” Sloane said.
I picked up my beer meaning to sip it, but it was so good I ended up taking several long gulps before setting it down.
“You said you heard somebody was making a buy,” I countered. “What kind of buy?”
“We’re not going to get anywhere if we each keep asking questions and nobody answers,” he said.
“Agreed.”
We stared at each other and I wondered if he was going to pull rank.
“All right,” he said. “You answer a question, and then I will.”
Jerry and the other two agents were watching us, intrigued, waiting for the next move.
“Okay, we were out there scouting the area because we are supposed to have a meeting tonight to make a buy.”
“And what are you buying?”
“Photographs,” I said. “That is, negatives for a roll of photos.”
“An entire roll?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“There’s at least one photo on that roll that somebody thinks is worth fifty thousand dollars.”
“Fifty thousand?”
“That’s right.”
“You’re going to pay somebody fifty thousand dollars for one photo?”
“The problem is, we don’t know which one,” I said. “That’s why we need the whole roll.”
“Where’s your buy money?” Sloane asked.
“In a safe place.”
Suddenly, I wanted to take another look at their IDs. I just had a bad feeling.
Byers and Simpson started to laugh.
“Fifty thousand …” Byers said, shaking his head.
“What’s funny about that?” I asked.
“Mr. Gianelli,” Sloane said, “you’ll be interested to know we are also here to buy a photograph-only we’re paying half a million bucks.”
Forty-six
“Half a million?” I asked, after picking my jaw up off the table. To his credit Jerry didn’t flinch.
“Not a lot of money, considering where we are, is it?” Sloane asked.
“Half a million dollars is a lot of scratch no matter where you are,” I said. “Are you thinkin’ you’re makin’ your buy from the same people we’re makin’ ours from?”
“How many rolls of film can there be?” he asked. “Are you after the roll, or a particular photo?”
“One photo,” he said, “but we’ll buy the whole roll to get it.”
“So why would these people want fifty thousand dollars from one man when they’re gettin’ half a million from … who? The President?”
“Who’s your principal, Gianelli?”
“I think that’s a question I won’t answer, Agent Sloane.”
“Same here.”
“So when was your meet set for?” I asked.
“We’re staying at a small hotel just outside of town,” he said. “They’ll contact us there.”
“Well, our meet is set for tomorrow morning,” I said.
“What were you doing out there today?”
“Scouting it,” I said. “Jerry, here, is supposed to be my backup. We were lookin’ for a place for him to set himself.”
“I see.”
“Are you going to let us make our buy?”
Byers and Simpson finished their beers and stared at Sloane.
“What time’s your meet?”
“Ten A.M.”
“When is Jerry going out there?”
“Seven.”
“Maybe,” Sloane said, “we should let Agent Byers go out with him.”
“Is that the only way we get to complete our transaction?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, fine,” I said. “Jerry and Byers can meet out in front of Harrah’s.”
“Fine,” Sloane said. “Then Agent Simpson and I will meet you at, say, nine? Same place?”
“Sure,” I said. “Out front. Jerry and Byers can use our car, and we’ll use yours.”
Sloane drank half his beer and set it down. The three men stood up. “We’ll see you gents in the morning, then.”
“Not going to do any gambling while you’re here?” I asked.
“We’ll do plenty tomorrow,” Sloane said, “with our lives. What about you two? Where will you be spending the night?”
“Hey, this is Reno, baby,” I said. “It’s open all night. We’ll be fine.”
They started to leave and Jerry said, “Ain’t you forgot somethin’?”
Sloane turned and looked at him.
“Like what?”
“My piece.”
Sloane smiled.
“Oh, yeah.”
He took it from his belt, passed it over, then headed for the door. Byers and Simpson waved and followed Sloane out of the lounge. “They didn’t ask enough questions,” Jerry said. “I know.”
“I don’t think they’re Feds,” Jerry said.
“Maybe not. That’s why I told them our meet was tomorrow,” I said.
“Why do you think they’re here?”
“It sure isn’t to pay anybody half a million dollars,” I said. “I wouldn’t trust them with that much money.”
“What if the money man was comin’ later?”
“What if they are from Washington,” I said. “Not exactly Feds, but …”
“What are you sayin’?”
“I’m thinking out loud,” I said, “and if I’m gonna keep on doin’ it we need two more beers.”
I waved to the waitress. When she had us set up I started to talk. I was trying it out on Jerry, and on myself, out loud.
“I’m thinkin’ about the first dead guy in the warehouse, Jerry. What if he wasn’t killed by one of his partners? What if somebody met him to make a buy and killed him instead?”
“These guys?”
“Why not?”
“And you think they’re here to kill somebody else?” Jerry asked.
“If there’s a picture that’s worth a half a million bucks, then there’d be a picture worth killing for. I see two scenarios. One, these guys are lookin’ for the picture for themselves.”
“And two?”
“They were sent to make a buy, but what they really want to do is get the picture and kill everyone and anyone who saw it.”
“From Washington?” Jerry said. “You mean you think JFK sent these guys out to kill instead of buy?”
“Maybe not Jack,” I said, “maybe Bobby. He’d do anythin’ to protect his brother.”
“So Mr. Davis got a photo of JFK doin’ somethin’ he’s not supposed to be doin’, with somebody he ain’t supposed to be doin’ it with.”
“You know, I actually followed that.”
“So how do we find out?”
“Today we make some calls, and tonight we go to the meet. Maybe we can convince the seller of Sammy’s picture to come clean by tellin’ them all of this. We can’t forget that our part in all this is to get Sammy his picture back.”
“So who we callin’?”
“Somebody who can answer a few questions about the Kennedy clan.”
“Mr. S.?”
“No,” I said, “Peter Lawford.”
“That guy?” Jerry made a face. “Why would he talk to you?”
“Because Sammy’s gonna ask him to,” I said, “and they’re buddies.”
“Wait a minute, Mr. G.,” Jerry said. “What happens to us if we see that picture?”
“One thing at a time, Jerry,” I said, “one thing at a time.”
Forty-seven
We went back to the room and I called Sammy in Tahoe.
“You’re a cool cat, you know that, Eddie?” Sammy said when I was done. “You were lookin’ to keep me out of the loop, weren’t you?”
“For your own good, Sam.”
“So what’s changed, man?” Sammy asked. “Why the call now?”
“I’ve got a theory,” I said. “About my pictures?”
“Yup.”
“Do I get to hear it?”
“Only because I need to talk to Peter, and you can get him to call me.”
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