It's a real question.'
He put his hand over hers. 'Okay, here's where we are then, it seems to me: Diz tells me the lawsuit is pretty much over. The attacks on Freeman and Aretha and maybe Diz worked. Let's say it is Nick Sephia and his pals. They're done on that score, right? Nobody caught them, but the threat's over. They don't need to do anything else. So I can let that go, clear conscience, not my job. You with me?'
'All right.'
'But the other side, where's Holiday in the picture? That part's not over, not even close. Even leaving out whoever killed everybody in the line leading from Silverman, meaning Creed and Wills and Terry, they've still got to take out Holiday if they want to be able to rest easy. And maybe knock off Diz.'
'And maybe you, too.'
Glitsky pulled at an ear. 'Okay, maybe that. But it doesn't change the fact. They're going to have to try to get to Holiday. And maybe Diz after him. So, given that, if there's some way I can help stop them, I don't see how I can keep out of it.'
'No.' She sighed. 'I don't see how you can, either.'
'Which leaves what? Play by the rules? Whose rules?'
'I know,' she said. 'I know.'
'Jesus Christ, Roy, this was originally going to be one of the famous quick and dirties, you remember that? Bang bang bang bang and it's all over. Now, shit.' They were in Wade's enclosed patio, where he was finishing another jigsaw puzzle. He'd summoned his brother to his home after Liz had told him about this new wrinkle she'd found out from her boyfriend-that some lieutenant named Glitsky who used to run homicide and now was somehow tight with Silverman's widow had put it together that the ring hadn't been taken during the Silverman robbery. 'What kind of stupidity made 'em think up taking some rings? Nobody needed the rings. And without 'em it's foolproof. What were they thinkin'?'
Roy, straight in from his shift, was still in uniform. A jumpy wariness clung about him as it often did when he had to confront his intelligent and powerful older brother. 'I told 'em that, Wade, the same thing. The money and the pouch, that's all. But Julio thought the ring locked it up tighter.'
Wade grimaced. 'Julio's an idiot. A psychopathic idiot.' 'He's not so bad. He was trying to help.' 'Don't give me that,' Wade said. 'You see what the little fuck did to Freeman? I say go out and put the old man off his feed a few days, maybe get him thinking about his workload, and what's he do? Fucking kills him.' 'I didn't hear that. Freeman's dead?'
'Not literally. Not yet anyway. But not because Rez didn't try.' He shook his head with disgust. 'I tell you, that guy scares the shit out of me. I don't know why Nicky's got to hang with such an animal. What he did to those two faggots, Jesus, when a couple of quick shots would have done it as well. Better. Then the two of them get their chance to finish it up, and they miss Holiday, for Christ's sake. And again, once he's dead, it's all over.' He saw something on the table in front of him and placed a large piece he'd already connected into a corner of the puzzle. 'So now it's the loaves and fucking fishes. We get rid of everybody we need to and we've still got three more, and one of 'em's a lieutenant. Christ! When's it gonna end, Roy? How's it gonna end?'
Roy wiped his palms on the arms of his chair. 'Same as always, Wade. Same plan. It's going to end with Holiday. He'll turn up, maybe at his house, maybe with his lawyer again, maybe jail, but someplace. Then he goes, and after that nobody's going to worry about whether he's guilty or not anymore.'
'What about the lawyer?'
'With Holiday gone, who's going to pay him? Why would he care?'
'But if he does? If this guy Glitsky does?'
'They won't. Stop worrying.'
'Worrying's what I do.'
Roy forced a grin. 'Come on, Wade, you know how it is. Holiday's a job to these guys, something they do to get paid. Hardy and Glitsky, they both have families, for Christ's sake. On the off chance one of 'em might get a wild hair around this, we give 'em a nudge and they drop the thing like a hot potato. Maybe we even do that soon, get them out of the way now.'
'What kind of nudge? You hurt them, you're asking for more trouble. And if Rez is part of that, you'll be covering up for what he does the rest of your life.'
'I'm not thinking about hurting anybody. Just make 'em think.'
Wade held up a hand. 'Don't tell me. I don't want to know how. Just make it happen.'
Hardy was on his way out of his evening hospital visit when Roake was coming in. She was professionally dressed and told him she'd had to be in court all afternoon. Life was going on since it had to. How were things here? Any change?
There wasn't any news and the two found themselves again in the gift shop, sitting at the one table. Roake in the nicest, most concerned way imaginable commented on how terrible Hardy looked, how lousy he sounded. Was he eating? Getting any sleep? He should try to take better care of himself.
'I'm working on it,' he told her. 'But in the meanwhile, I've got a problem maybe you can help me with.'
She nodded. 'If I can.'
He took a deep breath and came out with it. 'I know who beat up David. Does the name Nick Sephia ring a bell?'
It did. Roake remembered the earlier 'mistaken' battery when Sephia had turned and knocked Freeman to the floor outside the courtroom during the summer. 'You're sure it's him?'
Hardy considered for a second. 'Beyond a reasonable doubt, and you would be, too.'
'Okay. So what's your problem?'
He gave her a truncated version of his own interaction with Blanca, backfilled through Jackman and Glitsky, then brought it around to Silverman and Holiday. 'In any event,' he concluded, 'Blanca started out fine, but recently hasn't been too inclined to bust any hump for me. Somebody convinced him I'm just scamming to get Holiday off.'
'But somebody shot at you.'
'If you happen to believe that.' He shrugged. 'I can't explain all this, Gina. I don't think, though, that you have the stink that Abe and I have somehow developed. You're Freeman's fiancee. You've seen Blanca here. He'll talk to you.'
'And what do you want me to say? Or do?'
At this, Hardy tried to smile. 'First, just deliver a message. When I originally told Blanca I thought I knew who'd shot at me-this was like two hours after it happened-he checked on Sephia and found out he was in Nevada, at least four hours away.'
Roake's brow furrowed in thought. 'Which leaves him out.'
'That's what Blanca thought, too. And that seemed right, even to me, until John Holiday pointed out that Nick's got the use of the Diamond Center's helicopter. Forty-five minutes to state line.'
Roake seemed to be waiting for more. At last she said, 'Excuse me for thinking like a defense attorney, but since that's what I've been my whole life, Nick having access to a helicopter doesn't mean he shot at you.'
'No, of course not. But at least it means that my accusation wasn't whole cloth. I wasn't just getting in a random dig at Panos and his people, which is apparently what Blanca has been thinking. The thing is, I believe that both Jackman and Blanca really do want to find who did this thing to David. I'm telling you it was Sephia. If you mention this incident between David and Sephia last summer, or maybe Kroll's threat to David the night before… before this happened, maybe they'll listen at least enough to call Sephia in to talk. If there's a god, it's not even impossible Blanca could be convinced to pull a search warrant.'
Roake's eyes had taken on a faraway cast.
'What are you thinking?' he asked.
'What? Oh.' She lifted her left hand, displaying the diamond ring. 'Just imagining what I thought I'd be feeling like today. Married to him, I mean.' Her smile didn't come any more easily than Hardy's had. 'Not like this.' Then, abruptly, 'But the answer is yes, of course I'll go see Blanca, or anybody else you suggest. He's on in the morning?'
