'I can't promise anything,' I said.
'The hell you can't,' Susan said.
'I'll reschedule next week.'
'Ever been to Vegas,' I said.
'Years ago, with my first husband.'
'Suze,' I said.
'He's your only husband.'
'Well, technically. Since you refuse to marry me.'
'I thought you refused to marry me,' I said.
'Hard to keep track, isn't it,' Susan said.
'I think Anthony's in Vegas,' I said.
Susan was drinking a glass of Merlot. She always chose red wine, regardless of what she was eating, because it didn't need to be chilled.
'With some of his father-in-law's money?'
'Yes. I figure he was carrying money between Ventura and Gino Fish. I don't know why but it would explain Marty Anaheim's interest. And I figure he either skimmed some, or simply took off one day with a bag of it.'
'And Mr. Ventura doesn't want either his own people or Mr… what's his name?'
'Fish,' I said.
'Gino Fish.'
'Or Mr. Fish to find out. So he hires you to look for Anthony.'
'Yeah. But Fish finds out about me. And very quickly.'
'Which means that Mr. Fish has some source of information in Mr. Ventura's organization,' Susan said.
'In fact, if he's trying to keep the whole thing secret it's probably someone very close to Mr. Ventura.'
'Likely,' I said.
'And Mr. Fish sends his man…'
'Marty Anaheim,' I said.
'And Marty Anaheim sends some people to follow you to find Anthony.'
'Which means what?' I said.
'Which means Mr. Fish either knows he's been robbed, or is suspicious.'
'You therapists are a smart bunch,' I said.
She shook her head.
'It's not because I'm a therapist,' Susan said.
'It's because I'm Jewish. Jews are very smart.'
'I've heard that,' I said.
'I've also heard that their women are desperately oversexed.'
'Some of them are, it's true.'
'How about yourself?'
'Desperately,' she said. And smiled her postlapsarian smile.
'I like that in a woman.'
CHAPTER 12
I was in my office on the phone booking our Las Vegas trip when Vinnie Morris came in with a tall, angular, gray-haired specimen whom I knew to be Gino Fish.
Fish sat in one of the client chairs, directly in front of my desk, firmly upright, elbows on the chair arms, hands folded in his lap.
He glanced slowly around the room and then looked at me as if he were interested. Vinnie leaned on the wall to the right of the door.
I nodded at him.
'Do you know who I am?' Fish said.
His voice was dry and faintly hoarse, like wind whispering over sandpaper. His diction was precise.
'I do.'
'Vinnie says you can be trusted.'
'Under the right circumstances,' I said.
