Garry Disher - Death Deal

Danny was torn. Bit longer, he said eventually. These games always have a turning point. What if it comes after we leave?

He was a moron, but she jiggled her knee and held tight to his arm. Dont worry. Youre still way ahead.

You dont understand, Danny said. He bet another hundred.

Carol was about to answer when she sensed that she was the object of a strangers unwavering attention. She looked up. Behind the gawking five-dollar punters, pensioners and loudmouths stood a tall, grim man wearing glasses with solid black frames. The pit boss. He held her gaze, then looked beyond her and nodded to someone.

She felt her shoulders being clasped. She knew without turning around that it was a security guard. A second guard stationed himself next to Danny.

Excuse me, miss, the first guard said.

Yes?

He leaned down. He smelt of cheap food. Youve not been playing, miss. Youve not played at all since you arrived here, three hours ago. You were not seen arriving with this gentleman.

If you would just come with us to the office… the other man said.

Whats it to you guys? Danny demanded.

Do you know this lady, sir? the first guard said. The backs of his hands were hairy.

People were watching them. One or two whispered to each other. Then the pit boss beckoned with a jerk of his head and Carol felt strong hands lift her.

Danny slapped a dozen chips down in front of her. The ladys with me. This is her stake.

Carol immediately selected four chips and pushed them forward. Im betting on red nine.

The croupier looked at the chips and then at the pit boss.

Nine. You heard the lady, Danny said. In fact, Ill go for that, too. He pushed all his chips forward.

The croupier shrugged. The other players were getting edgy. They hated delays. He checked around the table and prepared to spin the wheel. The pit boss turned away, clearly disgusted.

The guards muttered. Carol smiled at them. She knew she couldnt come back here, but there was no point in making enemies. It was just a little misunderstanding, she said. Thats all.

The guards edged away through the crowd. Incredible, said Danny loudly.

They were only doing their job. After all, I could be anybody.

Youre not though, Danny began, but the wheel was spinning and so he polished his cufflinks again.

Carol watched. A rapid clatter, getting slower; an impossible last-minute lurch; the number nine under the pointer.

Danny stood, roared Yes! thrust up a plump fist in victory. People whistled and clapped. Carol smiled at Danny. The kiss he gave her was thrusting and moist. Lets have that drink.

She raked in the chips and shyly pushed them toward him. A grin was splitting his face. I dont believe it. I couldve bet black eleven till the cows came home. He pushed some of the chips back to her. Some of these are yours. You brought me luck.

She followed him out of the Monte Carlo and next door into the Tradewinds. There was a king-size bed in room 212, under an electric blue bedspread heavy enough to smother an ox. Danny parted the curtains, calling them drapes, and ushered Carol onto the balcony, pointing out the lights. He stood there with her just long enough to deny that animal heat had anything to do with why hed brought her to his suite, then closed the curtains and showed her back into the room.

There were two plush club chairs against one wall, a large TV and VCR unit on a bench, and a small table with Dannys crocodile-skin suitcase open on it. Hed left a light on in the bathroom and there was a damp towel on the floor. A bar fridge hummed in one corner. What would you like? he said.

He had loosened his collar and was mopping his brow with a handkerchief. He laughed suddenly and tucked the handkerchief away in embarrassment. Winnings taken it out of me.

Carol stepped close to him and rested her palms on his chest. Why dont you get comfortable first? She fingered his lapels. Why dont you take a shower and let me make the drinks. Ill make us something long and cool and very alcoholic

What she did with her hand then was unambiguous and the mark gleamed like a schoolboy. She stepped back, evading him, nodded at the bathroom. But dont be long.

Im long now.

Now, now, none of that.

Theres this spot, Danny said, contorting absurdly, in the middle of my back. I can never reach it.

Well youll just have to wait, wont you?

She turned to the bar. It was well stocked. She would be able to make martinis. Behind her, Danny was whistling in the bathroom. He had left the door open. Did he seriously imagine that she wanted to watch him?

She took two glasses and tumbled ice cubes into them. She broke the seal on the gin bottle.

What are you making?

She judged that he was standing at the bathroom door. She would not turn around. A surprise.

There was the sound of Dannys hands slapping himself. The shower door rolled on its coasters. She heard the water gush.

After thirty seconds she peeked. The glass shower enclosure was steamed up and Danny was soaping his groin and singing.

Swiftly she poured measures of gin and dry vermouth into each glass, then took a tiny glass bottle from her bag. The label read eye drops. She removed the top and filled the dropper with fluid. Danny turned off the water. She had about a minute. She squirted the fluid into one of the glasses, stirred the drink by poking the floating ice cube, replaced the eye dropper, and tucked the little bottle away. Da dum, she said triumphantly, turning to him, holding the glasses aloft.

Danny had succumbed to modesty. He stood by the bed, pink with emotion and steam and too many carbohydrates, a voluminous towel around his waist. Great, he said lamely.

He didnt know what was expected of him. Come, sit here with me, Carol said. She patted the edge of the bed.

I feel at a disadvantage, said Danny, taking the glass she offered him and sitting down.

Carol dipped a finger in her drink and touched it to his lips. She brushed his hot cheek with the cool edge of her glass, then slipped the base under the towel and let it rest on his thigh. Danny sighed. He raised his own glass and drank deeply.

Youre tense, Carol said. Her voice was soft. Her fingernails scratched gently in the hairs on his leg. Ill give you a back rub. Would you like that?

Danny laughed abruptly and turned onto his stomach. Youre amazing.

Carol began working her hands along his spine toward his shoulders. There was a great deal of him, and none of it firm. He sighed again, and once or twice rolled onto one hip to sip from his glass. When she thought he might he losing interest she let him hear her peel off her stockings. He gave a little groan, drank deeply, and stretched.

In ten minutes he was drowsy. In twenty, asleep. He had been administered several millilitres of scopolamine hydrobromide, a chemical found in motion sickness pills, and would be unconscious for up to twenty hours. He would wake up feeling dopey and useless.

Carol went to work. She washed both glasses and let water run in the sink while she cleaned her fingerprints off all the surfaces shed touched. She stripped Danny of his ring and watch, and scooped up the cufflinks, lighter and gold chains hed left on the bedside table. She emptied his wallet. He had almost three thousand dollars in it. Not bad, but not great.

There was nothing of value in his suitcase. His toiletries bag was crammed with soap and shampoo sachets hed stolen from the Tradewinds. But in the wardrobe, next to a pair of carpet slippers, was a small briefcase. With a handkerchief wrapped around her fingers she pulled it out and upended it on the bed.

And found her ticket out of this dump.

Anna Reid had reserved a room for Wyatt in a hotel in Logan City, and the first thing he did after she dropped him off by car was check out of there and take a bus back into central Brisbane. He paid in advance for two nights at the YMCA, two nights at the Victoria Hotel on Astor Terrace, and by wire for two nights at a chain motel in Surfers Paradise. Wyatt made it standard practice to arrange more than one bolthole in any place he found himself, and he never made base close to where he intended to pull a job.