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"You sure about this?"

"I'm sure of what I heard, but I don't know how true it is. People love to sling s.h.i.+t, especially at anyone who might be trying to steal their credit."

"Who'd you hear this from?"

"Just gossip between a couple of my husband's cohorts. Nothing serious, just a bunch of talk."

She stared at him with a real curiosity, like she was waiting to see what this information might do to him. He kept getting the feeling that she knew more than she was telling him, but he couldn't see how that would fit in with anything else. He stared back at her the same way and she let out a giggle like he was just being goofy in bed.



So Vinny wasn't getting into the film industry to make money, he was doing it for Maria. Vinny used to talk a lot about the history of the neighborhood, pointing out the buildings where the silent era movie stars once lived. If Maria wanted to be in film, Dane figured it was because of that. Growing up in Headstone City, on the hill that still held on to the respect and history of Meadow Slope.

"You know her, don't you? The daughter, the one I was just talking about."

"Yes," Dane told her, and could hear the ache in his own voice and the hint of puzzlement. Still not sure why he cared so much about Maria, but glad to have anything in the world that made him feel this way.

"That voice you used just then," Glory said, "the way you just spoke . . . you care a lot about her, don't you?"

"I hardly know her anymore. Haven't seen her in years. We grew up together and for a while I thought maybe-"

"You've had a thing for her since you were a kid."

"Yeah. All the guys from the neighborhood do."

"You want me to help her out? Introduce this mafia princess to a few people? I could make a couple calls. Get the ball rolling for the Don. Maybe he'll make a movie where I could keep my s.h.i.+rt on all the way through. Or at least until the third act. You want me to try?"

Dane sat up in bed, looking at her. He grabbed and lit a cigarette, trying to decide if Glory was making the offer in that jealous woman trying-to-rise-above-it sort of way. Or if she was acting buddy-buddy with him, like they were only pals now, because their relations.h.i.+p had just hit the wall.

He said, "No, Glory, don't do that."

"Why not?"

"If her family has any strings to pull, let them pull 'em. You don't want to get involved with any of that again. Look where it got your husband. Besides, the Brooklyn mob should stay the h.e.l.l out of Tinseltown. That place sounds too crazy even for them."

She dug through the bundle of their clothes on the floor, searching for her panties. She found his jacket, and an uneasy grin flooded over her face.

Now a slow, dramatic turn of the head, like she was staring into a camera, preparing to speak her lines. Yeee. No, please, I'll do anything you want. Wah. There was a reason why the only scene anybody remembered was the pole dance.

He sat there smoking, waiting for it.

Glory Bishop yanked out the .38 and held it away from her like a plate of bad fish. "You got something you want to tell me?" she asked.

"Ah-"

You couldn't even lie in bed with your girl for an hour without your past catching up to you, even here between the silk sheets. If she went into his other pocket, she'd come out with JoJo Tormino's wedding ring for Maria Monticelli. The dead followed you down to the mattress.

"I'd like an answer, Johnny. The h.e.l.l are you doing with this?"

Some questions you didn't bother to answer. He furrowed his brow, wondering if he should get into the whole story now. She waited for an answer, which kind of bothered him. All this time and he still didn't know her husband's name, and she wants Dane to explain himself.

"So you're packing heat."

"Heat?" He smiled at her. "If you're going to say that, you might as well go really old school and call it a 'roscoe.'"

"What's the Brooklyn argot, then?"

"I don't know. I just say 'carrying my gun.'"

It got her working the muscles in her jaw, head tilted back a little so she could look down on him like Sister Bernadette squaring off on him in the fourth grade. "You want to tell me why? Explain how dangerous the world of limo driving can be? I could've gotten up in the dark to get a drink of water and blasted my foot off, for Christ's sake. You bring a gun into my home and don't even mention it to me? Why?"

"I've got some issues with an old friend."

"Pretty serious issues, I'd say."

"Yeah, but we'll work it out."

The tip of her tongue jutted and wet her top lip. "Without one of you dying?"

"Well, no, probably not," he said.

"Oh for the love of baby Jesus."

Dane was beginning to think he should call it a night. He checked his watch. Still pretty early, not yet midnight, but he'd ruined the mood here and Glory was panicked and probably angry.

He said, "I should go."

"You don't have to. I didn't mean to pry."

"You haven't. I really do need to leave. I'm sorry I didn't fill you in. It wasn't a matter of trust, if that's what you're thinking. There's just a few things I need to handle on my own, and you're better off not knowing what they are."

"At least tell me what's going on."

"Like I just said, it's better if you aren't in on it."

"I still have a little money. Maybe I can help. Get you out of the city. It'll be safer for you in LA, so long as there are no earthquakes or mudslides."

"Or the wildfires and riots. And you were complaining about the possibility of shooting your little toe off? How long'd you live in that town? Staying there sounds like a death sentence."

He turned and she started tugging at his wrist, like a little kid who wants what she wants and refuses to let go. It was the first time she'd been like this. He looked down at her hand on him and said, "What?"

She repeated herself, with a firmer voice. "Let me help you. Discuss the circ.u.mstances with me. Tell me what's going on and we can work through it. I know we can. My lawyers might be shysters, but hey, they're the best shysters around."

"Glory, give it a rest."

And there it was, the first edgy moment between them. Where neither of them knew what to say next. He knew he'd f.u.c.ked up in a big way but wasn't sure exactly when. With the gun? Talking about Maria?

He had to leave anyway. The timing was bad. It would look like he was either p.i.s.sed or scared, neither true. He searched for some way to lighten the moment as she drew her underwear on, but there wasn't anything for him to do. He got dressed too.

She straightened the bed while he poured himself a double Chivas with a splash of water. His father's drink. It went down smooth, and he waited for the fire in his chest to move along and burn into his thoughts.

Glory watched and said, "I thought you didn't touch the hard stuff."

"I don't really. It's what my father used to have every night, to unwind. Doesn't have anything to do with the drinking."

"After what we just did in there, you feel the need to unwind?"

"No, I just feel the need to be close to my old man."

She sensed his honesty and it relieved some of the tension. She came up into his arms again. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Still pus.h.i.+ng it, like a cop nudging. "Nah."

"I was serious about the attorneys. They might be able to help you get out from under whatever you're in."

"You still paying them?"

"Yeah."

"And how much time is your husband doing?"

"He's hoping to plea-bargain it down to eighteen years."

"I think I'll take my chances alone, thanks."

He started to pull away and she held on for another second. She had real muscle. He drew her chin up, pecked her bottom lip, and said, "Don't worry about it, okay? I'll be fine."

"Exactly what my husband said. If you don't get killed, maybe the two of you can share a cell."

Dane laughed, and that made her smile. They kissed again, long and with more meaning, as they tried to get back to where they'd been before.

The Chivas was just giving Dane that relaxed feeling by the time he hit the street. He got into the Buick and drove it around the corner. He parked in front of the hotel where Special Agent Daniel Ezekiel Cogan was staying.

Dane snapped on the radio and had another cigarette, thinking about Maria. Every guy had a woman in his life who meant more to him than she should. You couldn't call it love, or even an obsession. It had a greater complexity than that. It dealt more with the man you wanted to be than with the man you were.

He had always been tied to her, just like JoJo Tormino had been, and Dane figured he'd wind up just as dead, and probably for the same reason.

He leaned his chin down on his fist and focused, feeling a little resistance at the back of his skull, where the metal doors hadn't quite opened. Cogan was in bed, fading but not yet asleep. Dane could feel him in there, starting to slip into the comfort of darkness.

It took half an hour before the music began to change, the voices s.h.i.+fting and growing harsher, like people starting to argue. The drumbeat got steadily stronger, more primal. The music dissipated until it became only static disturbed by faraway, forlorn cries. Dane leaned in, put his ear to the speaker, concentrated on trying to make sense of what they were saying, but he couldn't make any of it out.

For a second there though, he thought he heard his mother moaning, the way she did in the back room while she was dying, seeing angels with golden wings as s.h.i.+ny as coins.

Carefully, he snapped the radio off, hoping to avoid sparks. He settled back into the seat and waited, feeling Cogan up there coming closer.

Step by step, nearly here.

Dane looked over through the pa.s.senger window and saw Special Agent Daniel Ezekiel Cogan standing naked on the sidewalk.

SEVENTEEN.

The straw-yellow hair was a wild mess. It looked like Cogan was one of those types who didn't sleep well, thras.h.i.+ng around for a while before he got into REM. Dane clicked on the interior light. That hee-haw smile broke out on Cogan's face when he spotted Dane in the car. He fumbled his way to the curb, arms and legs moving clumsily. He sat in the backseat and said, "Well, ain't this somethin' special."

"You said I should come by some night."

"Tha's right, I surely did."

"This is what happens when I come by at night," Dane told him.

"My word, son. Some folks do have themselves special consideration under the Lord!"

"That what you call it?"

"My blessed granny would say so," Cogan said.

"Mine calls it a burden. In Sicily they burned her with sulfur for having visions."

"Even those graced by the angels got their hards.h.i.+ps and trials."

Dane took off, enjoying the ease of the empty streets, the rhythm of the traffic lights allowing him complete access. He was a touch surprised that Cogan was taking the situation so well. He looked happy back there, at perfect ease with the situation. Just enjoying the night ride.

"You spend a lot of time doing this thing right here? Moseying on along with all kinds of pa.s.sengers in the dark? You can do this to anyone?"

"No. Hardly anyone at all."

"Then how is it you know who all to pick up?"

"I simply know." It sounded stupid, but just about everything did when you were driving around with somebody's soul in your backseat. "No real way to explain it, except that I feel a nudge inside my head."

"The angels tapping at your brain. So what exactly is the purpose of all this, son?"

"I have some questions and I think you can help me," Dane said. "You said Vinny was investing money. Did you mean movies?"

"Yes, that's a new orbit for the family."

"Any idea why?"

"It's good for laundering. A lot of these wiseguys, they like the idea of being entertainment stars. Puzo, Coppola, Tarantino, HBO, they all make it look like it's downright fun to be in the mob."

"My grandmother says the same thing."

"And except for James Caan, almost all the real interesting folks live, at least to the end of the movie. The ones who turn up in the bay, well, those there are the squealers, the ones who ain't clever enough to make it with the rest of them. You got yer little kids growing up thinking, 'Hey, I can be witty and fire me off a few one-liners while I'm beanin' some old boy on the head.'"

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