“Nothin?. We was gonna stay at this old hotel out where the Strip is now, but it was rundown. We
coded up on this guy?s yacht.”
“What guy?”
“I don?t remember his name.”
“Was he local?”
“Yeah. A Doomstown johnny. I think he was in the banking business, like a big shot. Look, you
wanna know the truth, it was the two guys you were talkin? to at breakfast.”
“Seaborn and Donleavy?”
“1 just don?t remember that, I ain?t good on names.”
“Did you hear what they were talking about?”
“I never did that. It was none of my business. On the way back, though, Tagliani tells Costello he
thinks this guy is gone around.”
“You mean they made some kind of a deal with him?”
“That?s the impression I got. In fact, I know it. We all got accounts in his bank.”
“What bank?”
“Seacoast National.”
“You all have accounts in the same bank?”
“Sure. We get paid automatically. Every Friday, you can book on it. It goes in automatically.”
“And that?s the whole family?”
“Anybody I know about.”
“Did you come down again with Franco?”
“One other time. We stayed on the same yacht. That time it was only the older guy, not the one looks
like a wrestler, and he brought this other bozo with him. Short fellow, skinny. Looked to be maybe
thirty-five to forty.”
I felt like kicking myself for not knowing anything about Sutter and Logan. They were the two
members of the Committee I was still in the dark about. I didn?t know what they looked like, how old
they were, nothing except their names and what they did. Sutter was the media man and Logan was
the lawyer.
“Could his name have been either Logan or Sutter?” I asked.
“His name coulda been Mussolini for all I know,” Harry whined.
“And you didn?t overhear any of their conversations.”
“I couldn?t listen to that stuff, Kilmer, you know that. It?s see nothin?, hear nothin?. Besides, at the
time I didn?t have no idea what was going down. Hell, I still don?t for that matter.”
