'Lemme guess. We get a nine-millimeter cancellation contract.'
There was a tense silence as they eyeballed each other. Alexa picked up the case and snapped it shut.
'Does that mean we got a deal?' Valentine said.
'Are you gonna meet my price, terms, and conditions?' Alexa asked.
'A million for a year, paid in two installments, first payment in advance?'
'That's it,' Alexa said. 'Five hundred thousand now gets the deal moving.'
'You've got a hundred. I'll get the rest to you later.' Dennis seemed irritated by her look of disapproval. 'Hey, I don't keep that kinda cash on hand. It's gonna take me a day or two.'
Finally Alexa nodded.
'Y'know, I wish Lynette was more like you. All she ever thinks about is shopping. She's got her fucking doctorate at Neiman Marcus.'
'You wouldn't want someone like me. If you ever told me to shut up like you did with her back there, you'd get Maced.'
Dennis smiled. 'Would you put me in handcuffs?'
Alexa picked up her case full of banded cash and stood. 'I really have to get back to Parker Center,' she said. 'You can get the rest of the money to Shane when you get it.'
'Right, right, you must be busy. According to the TV, lotta killing going on.'
Shane picked up his StarTAC, clipped it onto his belt, and they headed down the hall filled with expensive modem art back into the living room. Lynette was no longer there.
As they reached the front door, Dennis stopped Shane. 'Gimme your cell phone number.'
Shane cursed himself. He didn't even know the number of the ESD StarTAC. 'This is Nicky's phone,' he lied. 'I don't know the number.'
'Gimme it.' Dennis reached and pulled it off Shane's belt. Valentine was now holding the bugged cell in his left hand, looking at it carefully. He pushed the star key, then RECALL, and the cell number appeared on the LED screen. Dennis took out a PalmPilot and wrote it down.
Valentine looked at Alexa. 'Can you give us a minute?' he said. Alexa shrugged and walked out toward the Acura. As soon as she was gone, Valentine said, 'I'm going to New Jersey on Saturday. My uncle wants to meet you and talk about this whole thing. I was thinking maybe you'd come with me on our private jet. Only gonna be gone for one day. Everything works out and he gives the okay, then we got a deal and I hand over the remaining four hundred grand.'
'Go to New Jersey and meet with Don Carlo De-Cesare?' Shane said, still eyeing his StarTAC in the mobster's hand. Dennis nodded, so Shane said, 'Sure, why not? Could I have the phone back?'
Dennis looked down at it. 'Never saw a cell like this before. Must be brand new.'
Shane reached over and took it out of his hand. 'I'll see ya at the studio in the morning.' Then he walked back to the Acura where Alexa was waiting.
Chapter 30
'I think we got him on RICO,' Alexa said as soon as they left Valentine's estate. 'Once we get the rest of the money, I can pay the budget office back and tomorrow you can start shutting down the movie.'
'Honey, what you did back there was brilliant. That extra money buys me a few days.' She turned to stare at him, so Shane rushed ahead. 'Valentine wants me to go to Jersey to meet Don Carlo DeCesare. If I can get Little Caesar on tape offering us money, then we've got one of the biggest goombas in organized crime.'
'Shane…' It was said as a warning.
'It'll only mean staying open till Monday, and I don't think we'll spend all that much money over the weekend. Check with Filosiani, see what he says.'
'He'll say do it. He still hates the DeCesares from when he was in New York.'
'Look, we've got some serious money now. Valentine's half a mil oughta see us through.'
Alexa nodded but said almost nothing all the way back to North Chalon Road. Once he pulled into the driveway and parked, she finally turned in the front seat to face him. 'Look, I think I need to apologize to you.'
'It's okay.'
'I've gotta say this.' She sighed. 'You did the right thing on Farrell. You read something on him at that party, you looked into it, and it turned out to be true. I was wrong to make you promise not to check him out. I mean, if I really thought Farrell was so bulletproof, what was I afraid of? I've been thinking about it since you told me. I must have sensed something wrong, too. We're cops; cops follow hunches. You did the right thing. It's just…'
'You want her life to be perfect.'
'She's due for some happiness, Shane.'
'Honey, there has to be a reason she keeps falling for these dirtbags with tans. It's like she's got some kind of tragic flaw.'
'I've never seen her so in love. Now one of us has to break this to her.'
'If you want, I'll do it,' Shane said.
'No, I think it should be me.'
'Before you do, at least let me go to his bachelor party tomorrow night.'
'You don't have to do that now.'
'Look, there's still an outside chance that we're wrong.' A puzzled expression crossed her face.
'I got the prints off the gold lighter he was using to light everybody's cigars in the pool house. It's possible somebody else handled it after he did.'
She continued to sit very still, afraid to invest any hope in that idea. They both knew that the facts were against them. Why would he be a clean screen on everybody's computer unless WITSEC was controlling it? But for Nora's sake, they were both praying for a long shot.
'I can get a fresh set at his bachelor party. This time, I'll hand him a clean glass, make sure nobody else touches it, then we check it against the prints on the lighter. I think we should be absolutely, one hundred percent certain before we do anything.'
'I guess that makes sense.' She opened the door, got out of the car, and Shane followed.
Alexa took her briefcase out of the trunk, walked a few feet to the Crown Vic, then Shane opened the door for her.
'Y' know, it would be nice to have a little winery up in Napa Valley, take Chooch there…' Shane said. 'Live a simple life without all these hairpin turns and abrupt stops. Being in this house makes me wonder if maybe we couldn't have more in our lives.' Shane hated the sentence even as it was coming out of his mouth. But then he thought, what was wrong with trying to improve? Shane was tired of rubbing elbows with drug dealers and gang leaders. What had once seemed a noble profession now seemed like useless calisthenics.
'You'd die of boredom,' Alexa said, frowning.
'Probably right.' Then, to escape her look of disapproval, he changed the subject. 'I gave Chooch's plates and picture to CRASH. They're gonna look around for him up in the Hills.'
'Whatta you really think he's doing?'
'Amac doesn't believe Delfina has been kidnapped, but I'm not so sure. I think there's a good chance the Crips or Bloods snatched her to slow him down. I also think Chooch is out driving around looking for her. That's what's got me frightened.'
She thought about that for a few moments, nodded, then kissed him on the lips. 'I'll try and get home a little earlier… before midnight, if I can.'
Once he was back inside the house, Shane was struck by a profound sense of loneliness. He walked through the halls looking for Carol's cat and found Franco sitting on the kitchen counter. 'Hope you washed your hands and feet before walking around up there.' The animal cocked his head, and then, almost as if he understood, started furiously licking his paws. 'Too fucking late, buddy. Damage is done.'
He put Franco down, found the cat food, and set it out. Then he grabbed the last Amstel Light out of the
