the dealers he had interviewed earlier, including Amy Rohrback. He was tempted to take one of the empty chairs at her table and ask how she had recognized Eleanor Wish but figured it wouldn’t be cool to question her while she worked.
While he considered what to do, the pit boss stepped up to him and asked if he was waiting to play. Bosch recognized him as the one from the video who had led Tony Aliso to his place at the tables.
“No, I’m just watching,” Bosch said. “You got a minute while it’s slow?”
“A minute for what?”
“I’m the cop who’s been interviewing your people.”
“Oh, yeah. Little Hank told me about that.”
He introduced himself as Frank King and Bosch shook his hand.
“Sorry, I couldn’t come up. But I don’t work on rotation. I had to be here. This is about Tony A., right?”
“Yeah, you knew him, right?”
“Sure, we all knew him. Good guy. Too bad about what happened.”
“How do you know what happened?”
Bosch had specifically not told any of the dealers about Aliso’s demise during the interviews.
“Little Hank,” King said. “He said he got shot up or something in L.A. What do you want, I mean you live in L.A. you take your chances.”
“I guess. How long have you known him?”
“We go back years, me and Tony. I used to be at the Flamingo before the Mirage opened. Tony stayed there back then. He’s been coming out here a long time.”
“You ever socialize with him? Outside the casino?”
“Once or twice. But that was usually by accident. I’d be some place and Tony’d just happen to come in or something. We’d have a drink, be cordial, but that was about it. I mean, he was a guest of the hotel and I’m an employee. We weren’t buddies, if you know what I mean.”
“I get it. What places did you run into him?”
“Oh, Jesus, I don’t know. You’re talking-hold on a sec.”
King cashed out a player who was leaving Amy Rohrback’s table. Bosch had no idea how much the man had started with, but he was leaving with forty dollars and a frown. King sent him away with a better-luck-next-time salute and then came back to Bosch.
“Like I was saying, I saw him in a couple bars. You’re talking a long time ago. One was the round bar at the Stardust. One of my buddies was the barkeep and I used to drop by there after work time to time. I saw Tony there and he sent over a drink. This was probably three years ago, at least. I don’t know what good it does you.”
“Was he alone?”
“No, he was with some broad. Young piece of fluff. Nobody I recognized.”
“All right, what about the other time, when was that?”
“That was maybe last year sometime. I was with a bachelor party-it was for Marty, who runs the craps here- and we all went to get straightened out at Dolly’s. It’s a strip club on the north side. And Tony was in there, too. He was by hisself and he came over and had a drink. In fact, he bought the whole table a drink. Must’ve been eight of us. He was a nice guy. That was it.”
Bosch nodded. So Aliso had been a regular at Dolly’s going back at least a year. Bosch was planning to go there, to get a line on the woman named Layla. She was probably a dancer, Bosch guessed, and Layla was more than probably not her real name.
“You seen him more recently with anybody?”
“You mean a broad?”
“Yeah, some of the dealers said there was a blonde recently.”
“Yeah, I think I saw him a couple, three times with the blonde. He was giving her the dough to play the machines while he played cards. I don’t know who it was, if that’s what you mean.”
Bosch nodded.
“That it?” King asked.
“One more thing. Eleanor Wish, you know her? She was playing the cheap table on Friday night. Tony played for a while at the same table. It looked like they knew each other.”
“I know a player named Eleanor. I never knew her last name. She the looker, brown hair, brown eyes, still in nice shape despite, as they say, the encroachment of time?”
King smiled at his clever use of words. Bosch didn’t.
“That sounds like her. She a regular?”
“Yeah, I see her in here maybe once a week, maybe less. She’s a local, as far as I know. The local players run a circuit. Not all the casinos have live poker, see. It doesn’t earn a lot for the house. We have it as a courtesy to our customers, but we hope they play a little poker and a lot of black jack. Anyway, the locals run a circuit so they don’t play against the same faces all the time. So they maybe play here one night, over to Harrah’s the next, then it’s the Flamingo, then maybe they work the downtown casinos a few nights. You know, like that.”
“You mean she’s a pro?”
“No, I mean she’s a local and she plays a lot. Whether she’s got a day job or lives off poker I don’t know. I don’t think I ever cashed her out for more than two bills. That’s not a lot. The other thing is I heard she tips the dealers too well. The pros don’t do that.”
Bosch asked King to list all the casinos in the city that he knew offered live poker, then thanked him.
“You know, I doubt you’re going to find anything other than Tony knowin’ her to say hello to, that’s all.”
“Why’s that?”
“Too old. She’s a nice lookin’ gal, but she was too old for Tony. He liked ’em young.”
Bosch nodded and let him go. He then wandered through the casino in a quandary. He didn’t know what to do about Eleanor Wish. He was intrigued by what she was doing and King’s explanation about her being a once-a-week regular seemed to make her recognition of Aliso innocent enough. But while she most likely had nothing to do with the case, Bosch felt the desire to talk to her. To tell her he was sorry for the way things had turned out, for the way he had made them turn out.
He saw a bank of pay phones near the front desk and used one to call information. He asked for a listing for Eleanor Wish and got a recording saying the phone number was unlisted at the customer’s request. Bosch thought a moment and then dug through the pocket of his jacket. He found the card that Felton, the Metro detectives captain, had given him and paged him. He waited with his hand on the phone so no one else could use it for four minutes before it rang.
“Felton?”
“Yeah, who’s this?”
“Bosch. From earlier today?”
“Right. L.A. I still haven’t gotten the prints back. I’m expecting to hear something first thing.”
“No, I’m not calling about that. I was wondering if you or any of your people have enough juice with the phone company to get me a listing, number and address.”
“It’s unlisted?”
Bosch felt like telling him that he wouldn’t be calling if the account was listed but let it go.
“Yeah, unlisted.”
“Who is it?”
“A local. Somebody who was playing poker with Tony Aliso on Friday night.”
“So?”
“So, Captain, they knew each other and I want to talk to her. If you can’t help me, fine. I’ll find her some other way. I was calling because you told me to call if I needed something. This is what I need. Can you do it or not?”
There was silence for a few moments before Felton came back.
“Okay, give it to me. I’ll see what I can get. Where you going to be?”
“I’m mobile. Can I ring you back?”
Felton gave him his home number and told him to call back in a half hour.
Bosch used the time to walk across the Strip to Harrah’s to check out the poker room. Eleanor Wish wasn’t there. He then went back out onto the Strip and headed down to the Flamingo. He took his jacket off because it
