Robert Randisi - Everybody Kills Somebody Sometime

He walked across the floor and out toward the front door. I turned and headed for the lounge. When I got there I saw that Bev was working, so I sat at one of her stations. Some baby-faced kid was on stage singing in what sounded like German. He didn’t look old enough to even be in a casino.

“Are you all right?” she asked. “I heard what happened.” Gently she touched my head near the bandage. “Why would someone do that to you?”

“Maybe it was a jealous husband,” I kidded.

“Are you sleeping with other men’s wives again, Eddie?” she scolded me.

“What do you mean, again?”

She laughed.

“What can I bring you. A beer?”

“No,” I said. “Something that will numb the pain. Bourbon on the rocks should do it.”

“Comin’ up.”

She turned and flounced off to the bar. I was watching her anddidn’t notice the man approaching my booth until he slid into it across from me.

“Don’t make any sudden moves, Eddie,” he said.

I looked at him and didn’t recognize him right away. He was wearing a Dodger baseball cap pulled down over his eyes, which were covered by sunglasses. As a Yankee fan I found the hat offensive, but before I could say a word he reached across the table and grabbed my wrist.

“Hey!” I said. “What gives?”

“I got a gun pointed at you under the table,” he said. “We’re goin’ for a walk.”

“Who the hell-”

“What do you want to see first?” he asked. “My face or the gun?”

“Let’s start with the face.”

He released my wrist, lifted the ball cap and removed the glasses.

“Hiya, Eddie,” Lucky Lou Terazzo said. “I hear you been lookin’ for me.”

Jesus, Lou,“I said.”What the hell are ya doin’?”

“We’re gonna get up and walk outta here together,” Terazzo said.

I licked my lips and looked around. No one was looking our way.

“What if I don’t wanna go?” I asked. “You gonna shoot me here, in front of all these people?”

“Why not?” he asked. “I killed three people already, ain’t I? Three this week, that is.”

Oh Christ, I thought, he just confessed to me. No way I was getting out of this alive. Why had I let Jerry go?

As if reading my mind Terazzo said, “I been waitin’ for your big New York gun to take a walk. I ain’t gonna miss this chance to take you out-not after missin’ you last night.”

“You blew up my car?”

He nodded.

“I did some demolition in Korea,” he said. “Guess I was rusty, or you were lucky. One of the two. But now I’m gonna take you out myself, the easy way.”

“B-but, why me? What’d I do to you?”

“You started askin’ questions,” he said. “I didn’t need you askin’ questions when I was plannin’ on killin’ Carla. I panicked.”

“Why Carla?”

“She was cheatin’ on me.”

I didn’t bother asking with who. That really didn’t matter, in the long run.

“And why her roommate?”

“She got in the way,” he said. “It was an accident.”

“She didn’t fall over the railing into the pool and drown.”

“No,” he said. “I hit her and she died. Simple as that. I dumped her into the filthy pool, figured nobody’d find her until I finished with Carla.”

“And what about Mike Borraco?”

“He was helpin’ you, wasn’t he? Askin’ about me? Come on, let’s go.”

“Wait.” Even with my own death staring me in the face I figured this might be my only chance to find out if the killings were connected to the threats on Dino. “Why were you sending threats to Dean Martin?”

“What?” he asked. “Whataya talkin’ about? What threats?”

“You weren’t sending threatening notes to Dean Martin?”

“What the hell for?” He looked amazed. “I love the way that guy sings.”

“But … why did you dump Mike’s body at the warehouse they’re using for Ocean’s Eleven ?”

“Hey,” he said, “I was cruisin’ Industrial Drive with a body in the trunk. I stopped at the first place I could find to dump it.”

A coincidence?

“And what the hell did you come lookin’ for me in the first place for?” he asked. “What’d I ever do to you?”

“I–I just wanted to ask you some questions about … about Dean Martin.”

“Wait a minute,” he said. “Somebody was sending him threats and you thought I’d know who it was?”

“I thought you might have heard rumors,” I said. “I–I was stuck, didn’t really know what to do next.”

He glared at me, and I didn’t know if he was going to laugh or cry.

“You just stumbled into my life? And ended up finding Misty’s body?”

“That’s the way it went.”

“And you called the cops?”

“Lou … I’m sorry. I just-”

“Shut up!” he snapped. “Just shut up. Because you went bumblin’ around I got to kill you, too. Let’s go.”

“Lou-”

“All I got to do is finish you and I can blow town.”

“Blow town anyway, Lou. I won’t say a word.”

“Sorry, Eddie,” Lou said. “You’re a decent guy, but I can’t afford to take the chance, ya know?”

“Yeah,” I said, “yeah, I know.”

“Here comes your waitress,” Terazzo said. “She your girl?”

“She’s got nothin’ to do with anything, Lou.”

“Well, you walk on out of here with me and she won’t get hurt. Capice?”

“Yeah, Eddie, I capice .”

“Here’s your drink, Eddie,” Bev said, reaching the table.

“I just remembered I’ve got an appointment,” I said to her.

“Don’t I know you?” she asked Terazzo.

“Naw, you don’t know me, girlie. Come on, Eddie.”

Terazzo slid out of the booth. There was no gun in his hand, so I assumed it was in his belt.

“No, I think I recognize you-”

“No, you don’t.” I grabbed her hand, stuffed a twenty into it.

“You don’t know him.”

We started for the door with Terazzo behind me when Bev called out, “Yeah, I remember. Lou Terazzo.”

“Hold it!” Terazzo said.

“Forget it, Lou.”

“Just stop. Turn around.”

We both turned, and when we did I saw that Terazzo did have his gun in his belt, at the front of his pants.

“C’mere, sweetie,” he said to Bev.

Suddenly, Beverly looked uncertain, as if she realized something was going on she didn’t understand.

“I–I got to finish my shift-”

“Your shift is finished.” He pulled his jacket back to show her his gun. “Now c’mon over here, or your boyfriend gets it.”

“Lou, let ’er go-”

“She knows me, Eddie,” Lou said. “I can’t.” He looked at Bev. “Now, sister. Move!”

Bev looked around the lounge, but everybody was listening to the fresh-faced kid on stage go into his next song. Nobody was paying any attention to us.

She sidled over to us and Terazzo made her stand next to me.

“Now we’re all leavin’, nice and quiet,” he said. “Like three happy friends. Got it?”

“Eddie-” Bev said.

“Just do as he says, Bev,” I told her, “It’ll be all right.”

We left the lounge and Lou said to me, “Take us out a back way,

Eddie. Come on. You know this place inside and out.”

I tried to think of a way to get Bev away from him, but he wouldn’t give me the time.

“If we run into somebody in security, or anything like that,” he told me, “I’m gonna start shootin’. You got that?”

“I got it.”

I led the way, deciding to use what was the least-traveled path in the casino. I took him down the hall leading to the stairs that went down to the Rat Pack’s steam room. Only instead of going down we continued on until we got to a back door. When I opened it and we stepped out we were in the parking lot behind the Sands. Terazzo looked around and, satisfied that we were alone, took out his gun.