I spread my hands. Maybe Grady wasn't so bad after all.
We got off at the top floor and followed the noise to the Presidential Suite. Nick met us at the door and gave me the big smirk, then jerked his thumb through the door. 'Inside, hotshot.' The Nick-ster.
Inside, a quadraphonic stereo system was blasting out Fine Young Cannibals, and the air smelled like Jiffy Pop popcorn and cigarettes. Peter Alan Nelsen was talking to a couple of guys in baggy suits out by the terrace, and a guy with a loud green tie was speaking into a phone by the bar. One of the guys with Peter was wearing a paisley ascot and was smoking a purple cigarette. Dani and T.J. were slouching on the palatial furniture, and a thin woman going for the Tama Janowitz look sat next to T.J. with her hand on his thigh. Dani gave me a little wave. There were open bottles of Absolut vodka and Jack Daniel's bourbon on the bar, and Nestle's wrappers on the floor. Most of the Absolut was gone. It probably wasn't like this when the president was in residence. Grady frowned at the mess and gave disapproving. Nope, it wasn't like this with the president.
Peter saw us and turned away from the two guys by the terrace without excusing himself and said, 'Well, it's about goddamned time. Dani, turn off that shit and get these Broadway fruits out of here.' Broadway fruits. Always sensitive.
The guy with the ascot looked peeved. He said, 'Peter, we have the backers in place. If you'll agree to direct the play, we can be on the boards by next fall.'
Peter said, 'Nick, give Dani a hand with the fruits.'
Nick pulled the phone away from the guy at the bar, then pointed at the two guys by the terrace and showed them his famous thumb-jerked-at-the-door move. High verbal. The guy with the ascot said, 'I'm sure we can reach some sort of agreement,' but Peter wasn't listening; he was already over with me and Grady. Nick and Dani hustled the three Broadway people out. The Tama Janowitz went with them.
Peter said, 'Jesus Christ, you were supposed to find my kid and let me know. Instead, I gotta hire somebody to find you. I thought we were pals.' He looked hurt.
'There were things I wanted to find out and do before I called you in.'
'Like what?'
'I can't tell you.'
'Bullshit. I didn't hire you to do things. I hired you to find my kid. What're you trying to do, jack up the price?' Now he was giving me suspicious.
I said, 'If you had waited, I would've called. Karen needs to prepare the boy, and there are things going on in her life that she needs to straighten out. That's what's been taking the time.'
Peter grunted when I said it and looked interested, forgetting about the hurt and the pissed. 'You talked to her about me?'
'Yeah.'
'What'd she say? She excited?' He was leaning forward now, wanting to hear about himself.
'She's got a life here, Peter. She's scared that your coming in is going to change that. You need to be sensitive to that.'
'Sure, sure. I'm sensitive. I'm caring.' He made a little hand move to show me how sensitive and caring he was. 'How about my kid? Is Toby okay?'
'Yes. He plays basketball. He seems happy.'
'Good, good.' Peter was moving around now, looking pleased with the way things were working out. Karen wouldn't be pleased, but there you go. 'So maybe you weren't trying to fuck me over. You were trying to smooth things out and that takes time. I can understand that.'
'Thanks.'
He gave me beaming. He was wearing a blousy white tuxedo shirt, black jeans, and black leather jump boots. The boots hadn't been polished in about three hundred years. 'I knew you were on my team. You're my kind of guy. We're two of a kind.'
I spread my hands. Two of a kind.
James L. Grady cleared his throat. 'You need me for anything else, Mr. Nelsen?'
Peter said, 'You got the address on my kid?'
Grady took a small spiral notepad from his jacket, tore out a sheet, and handed it to him. 'Yes, sir. Home and work addresses for the ex-wife.'
Peter gave the slip of paper to Nick without looking at it. 'Terrific, Grady. You're on the A list, just like Cole. A couple of A-team players.' He made another little hand gesture to Nick. 'Pay'm off, Nick-ster. Give'm something extra for the good work.'
Grady said, 'Just what we agreed to, Mr. Nelsen. I don't need extra.'
'Whatever.'
James L. started out with Nick, then turned back and looked at me. 'Good work finding the woman, Cole. I'll see you around.'
'Sure.'
He went out.
Peter strutted around the room, giving everyone more of the beam job. 'I'm excited. I'm jazzed. I'm ready for action.' He strode to the bar and picked up the phone. 'This is Peter Alan Nelsen. Have my cars ready in five minutes.' He hung up before whomever he had spoken to could answer, then he addressed the room. 'Everybody get ready. We're going to see my kid.'
I said, 'Peter, I know you want to see your son, but going out there like this isn't the way to do it. The boy doesn't know you're here.'
'I'll tell him.'
'He doesn't even know that you're his father. He needs to be prepared.'
Peter stopped grinning and frowned at me. 'What are you talking about? What does he need to prepare for? I'm not some kinda test.'
'Peter, think about it. The smart way is to take it slow. You don't want to screw it up with Toby before you begin.'
The frown got deeper. 'What are you saying? Are you telling me not to go?'
Dani said, 'Maybe we should let them know. It's not polite to just barge in.'
Peter said, 'Goddamnit, what's the big deal? He's my son, isn't he? She's my ex-wife, isn't she? How come everybody's turning against me?'
Dani said, 'Nobody's turning against you, Peter.'
I said, 'It's better if you wait. Let me set up a meeting with Karen.'
Peter suddenly made the big smile again and came over and pounded me on the back. 'You wanna set up a meeting, that's okay by me. Tell her Peter Alan Nelsen is back. Tell her I came three thousand miles to see my kid and I'm on my way. She's gonna be thrilled. The kid's going to be thrilled. Why wouldn't they?' He slapped me on the back again and then he told everybody he was going to take a leak and after that they would leave.
I said, 'But, Peter.'
He waved his hands. 'Trust me on this. I know people. I know the human heart. It's why I'm me.' Then he strode out of the room. Whistling.
I took a deep breath, let it out, then went over to where Dani was standing with the Nickster and T.J… The Nickster said, 'Hey, the guy's happy. Why you wanna piss on his parade?' Dani just looked at me the way you look at someone when you want him to help you.
I said, 'I'll call his ex-wife and let her know. There's a Howard Johnson's just off the freeway outside of Chelam. Neutral territory. Have him come there, to the restaurant. That's where she'll be.'
Dani nodded. 'I'll try.'
I strode out of the room, too, but I wasn't whistling.
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
I went down to the lobby and used a pay phone by the men's room to call Karen Lloyd at the bank. It was not a call that I wanted to make. 'Yes?'
