Robert Randisi - Everybody Kills Somebody Sometime
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- Название:Everybody Kills Somebody Sometime
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- Год:2011
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“You sleep with anybody’s wife lately?”
“Not so far this week,” I said. “Why?”
“There’s a kinda angry lookin’, um, big guy makin’ his way towards us.”
I turned in my seat and saw Mack Gray knock a waiter out of his way as he continued his path to our table.
“Who is this guy?”
“Mack Gray,” I said. “He works for Dean Martin.”
“Am I gonna have to shoot him?”
“Do you have your gun with you?”
“No.”
“Then what’s the difference? Let’s just see what he wants before we panic.”
“He looks real mad,” Danny said. “You can wait if you want, but I’m gonna panic now.”
When Mack Gray reached our table he stopped and glared down at me.
“You an’ me gotta talk, Clyde.”
“Mr. Gray,” I said, “meet my friend, Danny Bardini.”
“How are ya?” Danny asked. He didn’t offer to shake hands, just kept his fork in one hand and his steak knife in the other.
“Take a walk,” Gray said.
“Eddie?” Danny asked, looking very calm for a man who said he was panicking. “You want me to take a walk?”
“Why don’t you start workin’ on what we talked about, Danny,” I said, “and I’ll find out what Mack wants.”
“Okay.” Danny stood up and stared at Mack Gray, who glared back. “Nice to meet you, pal.”
Gray pushed out his jaw, but then revealed he wasn’t as hard and tough as he liked to make out he was when he said, “Yeah, likewise.”
Danny looked at me, raised his eyebrows and left.
“Sit down, Mack,” I said. “I’ll buy you a cup of coffee.”
Nine
“I wanna know what’s goin’ on,” Mack Gray said to me, after sitting down but refusing coffee.
“Ask Dean.”
“He ain’t talkin’.”
“Well, then I can’t, either, Mack. If Dean wanted you to know, he”ve told you.”
Mack slammed his fist down on the table, rattling everything around us and attracting attention. It was like a small earthquake. He had a pained look on his face.
“Mack-” I said, warily.
“This ain’t right.” Mack pressed the fingers of one hand to his head. “I been with him for eight years. He shouldn’t keep anything from me.”
“Maybe he’s got his reasons, Mack,” I said. “Maybe he’-”
Abruptly, he got up and walked off, leaving me in mid-sentence. I understood he felt hurt, maybe even a little betrayed, but it wasn’t my place to tell him anything.
I paid for breakfast and left the restaurant. I did not have the day off, but I wondered if I could have-and more?
Jack Entratter regarded me from behind his desk and a fat cigar. “So you’ve got a job to do for Frank?”
“More like a favor for Frank, and for Dean Martin, Jack,” I said.
“What’s it about?”
I hesitated, then said, “I think that would be better coming from Frank or Dean.”
Entratter took the cigar out of his mouth and peered at me through a haze of blue smoke.
“You work for me, son,” he said. “Don’t forget that.”
“I won’t, Jack,” I said, “but it’s my guess you want to keep Frank and Dean happy, right?”
“Well … yeah …”
“Then I’ve got to keep their confidence,” I asked. “Don’t I?”
He stuck the cigar back in his face and sat back in his chair.
“You’re a smartass, Eddie,” he said. “That’s probably why I like you-but don’t push it.”
“Look,” I said, checking my watch, “I have to go to work, so I won’t be able to do anything for Frank or Dean until-”
“Whoa,” he said, holding up his hand. “Didn’t we just talk about keeping them happy?”
“Well, yeah, but I’ve still got a job-”
“You’re off the clock,” Entratter said, “as of now. Got it?”
“Well, sure, Jack,” I said. “That’s real nice of you to offer-”
“Offer, my ass,” he said, “That’s what you came in here to get, only you wanted me to think it was my idea, right?”
I guess I looked a bit sheepish then.
“I said you were a smartass, Eddie,” he said, “I didn’t say you were smarter than me. Understand?”
“I understand, Jack.”
“Now get outta here.”
I stood up to leave.
“One more thing,” he said, before I got to the door.
“What’s that, Jack?”
“You report to me at the end of each day,” he said. “I wanna know what’s goin’ on.”
“I think I can do that.”
“If you can’t,” he said, “you better have a good reason why. Capice?”
Jack Entratter wasn’t Italian, and that was one of the only words he knew.
“Capice, Jack.”
Ten
I wasn’t used to being a free man, with time on my hands. Not having to go to work that day left me feeling curiously empty. I loved my job, loved the feel of a busy casino, especially one as large and bustling as the Sands.
But there were other casinos that basically offered the same things. If I stepped out onto the strip I could turn left and walk to Bugsy Siegel’s place, the Flamingo, or to the right to the Desert Inn or, beyond that, the Thunderbird.
My personal favorite-other than the Sands-was the Flamingo. I think it was because of the history. It was, after all, the casino that had started it all.
But I didn’t have time to go casino-hopping. I decided to go to the bar to do some thinking over a drink. It was early in the day to start, but then I didn’t have to be at work anytime soon. When I got there I saw that Bev was working. I grabbed a barstool rather than sit at a table.
“A little early for you, ain’t it, Eddie?” the bartender asked.
“No harm getting an early start once in a while, is there, Harry?”
“Hell, no. What’ll be?”
“Bourbon, rocks.”
“Comin’ up.”
When he had me set up, Beverly came sidling up next to me.
“Well, what happened to you, last night?”
“I might ask you the same thing.”
“After you abandoned me,” she said, “Frank and Henry asked me to go out with them.”
“And Miss Campbell?”
Bev made a face. “She didn’t want me to go.”
“She was jealous of you.”
“I didn’t take that as a compliment,” she said. “She’d be jealous of any woman.”
“You could have gone with them as Henry Silva’s date, though.”
She laughed. “He already had three women. I think that was enough for him to handle.”
“So what did you do?”
“I went home. I waited a while for you to come back, and then I went home.”
“Alone?”
“What do you mea-”
“I just meant,” I said, hurriedly, “that nobody put you in a cab, or anything?”
“Actually,” she said, “Nick Conte walked me to the door and saw me into a cab-and he was a complete gentleman.”
I felt foolish for thinking she’d gone out on the town with the Rat Pack.
“I’m sorry, Bev,” I said. “I had to go up and see Dean Martin.”
Her eyes widened. “You’re friends with Dean Martin?”
“Well not exactly,” I said. “I had some business with him.”
“What kind of business?”
“The kind I can’t talk about,” I said.
“I’m impressed,” she said. “At least you abandoned me for a good reason.”
“I didn’t abandon-”
“I’m kidding, Eddie.”
“I came down and looked for you, but you’d gone by that time. I guess it wasn’t much of a date, was it?”
“Is that what it was?” she said. “A date?”
“Well … wasn’t it?”
She thought a moment, then said, “I suppose it was-and as first dates go, it was a doozy.”
“I know,” I said, “I’m sorry-”
“No,” she said, “I meant that in a good way. I had a good time, I really did. The show was hysterical. I think I’d rather hear Frank and Dean sing-and Sammy Davis, too-but it was fun.”
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