Robert Randisi - I'm a fool to kill you

‘Um, well, that’s not really somethin’ I’d want to confirm, right now.’

‘Hey, Eddie,’ he said, ‘you’re talkin’ ta me, not the cops, Capice ?’

‘Yeah, I understand, but-’

‘Lemme tell you what I know,’ he said, cutting me off. ‘You’re tryin’ ta help out Ava Gardner, who’s had some problems of her own, but now your problems and hers are the same. Hey, ya know what?’

‘What?’

‘We can’t be doin’ this over the phone. You come here to Chicago, we’ll go have some dinner, hit the Ambassador, and see if we can’t solve everybody’s problems. Maybe catch Sammy at the Chez Paree.’

‘You want me to come to see you?’

‘Sure. Is that a problem? Jack Entratter gives ya time off, don’t he?’

‘Well, sure-’

‘I mean, like when ya gotta help Frank and Dino?’

‘Yes.’

‘So ya fly out here and I’ll see ya tomorrow. Somebody’ll pick you up at O’Hare.’

‘Uh, Mr Giancana-’

‘Hey, just call me Momo, hah?’

‘OK, Momo, did you say something to the desk clerk about Danny Bardini?’

‘Oh, your buddy the P.I.? Yeah, he’s my guest. He was askin’ some questions and it got back ta me. Also, I heard Jerry Epstein was makin’ some calls and me, I talked to Jack Entratter. Ay, I’m gettin’ it from all sides. But you, you’re the horses mout’, so I figured I’d get the story straight from you.’

‘I see.’

‘So I’ll see ya tomorrow, Eddie G.,’ Momo said. ‘First flight inna mornin’, hah?’

‘If I can get on it I’ll-’

‘You try,’ he said, before hanging up, ‘real hard.’

I thought it over for a while before I finally called Frank in Tahoe. I didn’t know if he was still there, didn’t know if he was in his cabin, but I was leaving it up to fate. If he answered, I’d ask him what I was thinking of asking him.

He answered.

‘Hey, Frank, it’s Eddie.’

‘What’s up? Ava OK?’

‘So far,’ I said, ‘but I just got off the phone with Momo. He wants me to come to Chicago.’

‘Why?’

‘Because I’ve been askin’ questions about some Chicago button men,’ I said.

‘There are some assholes from Chicago after Ava?’ Frank asked. ‘Is that what you’re tryin’ to tell me?’

‘I’m still lookin’ into it, Frank, but I’ve got a question for you.’

‘What’s that?’

‘Momo,’ I said. ‘He seems to have Danny. Do I have any reason not to go and see him?’

Frank hesitated before answering.

‘If he wanted Danny dead, he’s dead already, Eddie,’ he said. ‘If he wanted you dead, you’d be dead, too. I don’t think he’d invite you — he did invite you, didn’t he?’

‘Sort of.’

‘Yeah, well, I don’t think he’d invite you to Chicago to bump you off. Is that what you’re worried about?’

‘That’s it.’

‘I’d say go,’ Frank said, ‘but I’ve got some help for you, if you want it.’

‘I want it.’

‘OK,’ he said. ‘I’ll make a call. .’

After hanging up on Frank I went back to the Sands. I had a few things to do before flying to Chicago. Jack Entratter agreed to get me on a flight, and cover for me if Hargrove came sniffing around while I was away.

I called Jerry and told him and Ava that I wouldn’t be driving out the next morning because I was going to Chicago.

‘I should go with ya, Mr G.,’ Eddie said, sounding worried.

‘That’s OK, Jerry. Those guys weren’t sent by Momo, right?’

‘That’s the word I got,’ Jerry said. ‘But I still don’t know who did send ’em.’

‘Well,’ I said, ‘maybe Momo can tell me.’

‘Wait, Miss Ava wants to talk to ya.’

When Ava came on I could hear the anger in her tone.

‘Eddie, except for those lousy hours I have a perfect memory. And I have never had anything to do with Sam Giancana. I hate that animal.’

‘But he and Frank are friends.’

‘That was something Frank and I always argued about,’ she said. ‘I didn’t like his mob friends. You be careful. That man is vicious.’

‘I’ll be OK, Ava,’ I said. ‘I had a sit down with Momo once before, and I walked away from that alive.’

‘That’s only because he let you,’ she said. ‘Don’t get over-confident.’

‘Believe me, Ava,’ I said, ‘when dealin’ with these people I am anything but over-confident.’

She put Jerry back on the line.

‘Gimme a call from Chicago, Mr G. . if you can.’

‘I like your optimism, Jerry. Keep your eyes open.’

‘Gotcha, Mr G.’

When I got off the plane at O’Hare the crush of humanity reminded me of New York airports. A nervous feeling erupted in the pit of my stomach which had more to do with me never wanting to go back to Brooklyn to see my family. I had to do it earlier in the year when my mother died, but that convinced me never again. If anybody else in my family died they could send me a postcard and tell me about it.

I went to the baggage claim to grab my suitcase and headed for the exit. I hadn’t reached it when I saw a man standing with a piece of cardboard with ‘EDDIE G.’ written on it. He had wide-shoulders stuffed into a cheap suit, stood about five-five. He looked like an ice box in pinstripes.

‘I’m Eddie G.,’ I said, standing in front of him.

He lowered the cardboard, looked me up and down.

‘You want I.D.?’ I asked.

‘Mr Giancana says I should bring ya.’

‘Bring me where? Do I get to register at a hotel?’

‘Mr Giancana says to bring ya right away,’ the goon said. ‘He says maybe ya won’t need a hotel room.’

He said that with no trace of humor in his eyes. There could only be two reasons I wouldn’t need a hotel: if I was going home right away, or. . I didn’t like the second one.

‘Well, OK,’ I said, looking around. ‘You better bring me then.’

He nodded. I waited for him to take my suitcase, but he just turned and walked away. I was staring at his broad back when I heard my name.

‘Hey! Eddie G.. How you doin’, babe?’

I turned and saw Sammy Davis Jr. walking toward me in that cool, bouncy way he had. Apparently, Frank had made that call he was talking about.

The ice box turned around and frowned.

‘Sammy Davis,’ I said to him. ‘An old friend of mine.’

Sammy reached me and we shook hands. He was as dapper as ever in a suit and tie.

‘What’s shakin’, baby?’ he asked. ‘Whataya doin’ in the Windy City?’

‘I’m on my way to see Sam Giancana,’ I said. ‘He invited me.’

‘Uncle Sam? I ain’t seen him in a while. Mind if I tag along? I was supposed to meet somebody here, but they stood me up.’

I went along with the scam.

‘It’s OK with me, Sam,’ I said.

The ice box walked back to us.

‘Mr Giancana didn’t say nothin’ about him,’ he said.

‘Hey, baby,’ Sammy said to him. ‘Me and Uncle Sam go way back. Sam and Sam, ya know? Maybe you wanna call him and tell him you left me behind? Or how about we call my other good friend, Frank Sinatra? And we let him call Uncle Sam?’

Ice box stared at Sammy, then at me.

‘Come on, man,’ Sammy said to him. ‘Just drive.’

The wide man started to turn to walk away.

‘Hey!’ Sammy shouted. ‘My friend’s bag!’

Ice Box turned, stared at Sammy, then picked up my bag. Carrying it, he headed for the exit.

‘Nice job,’ I said to Sammy.

‘The Leader said not to take no for an answer,’ Sammy said. ‘Besides it has been a while since I’ve seen Momo.’

‘I appreciate this, Sam,’ I said, as we slowly followed our driver.

‘Hey,’ Sammy said, ‘the worst that can happen is that Frank’s wrong and Momo kills both of us.’