and have a happy dinner. I watched the snow. Again the buzzer rang.
I checked the work chart. I had written the first chapter on the novel of the Roman Empire and ten pages of notes for the novel on the twenty-fifth century. At that minute I decided I would write about the future.
Again the buzzer rang, long and incessantly. I locked the doors of my workroom and descended into the house and into the dining room, and entering it, I gave a sigh of relief.
They were all there. The children nearly grown and ready to leave. Valerie pretty in a housedress and apron and her lovely brown hair pulled severely back. She was flushed, perhaps from the heat of the kitchen, perhaps because after dinner she would be going out to meet her lover? Was that possible? I had no way of knowing. Even so, wasn’t life worth guarding?
I sat down at the head of the table. I joked with the kids. I ate. I smiled at Valerie and praised the food. After dinner I would go back up into my room and work and be alive.
Osano, Malomar, Artie, Jordan, I miss you. But you won’t do me in. Au of my loved ones around this table might someday, I had to worry about that.
During dinner I got a call from Cully to meet him at the airport the next day. He was coming to New York on business. It was the first time in over a year that I had heard from Cully, and from his voice I knew he was in trouble.
I was early for Cully’s plane, so I bought some magazines and read them, then I had coffee and a sandwich. When I heard the announcement that his plane was landing, I went down to the baggage area where I always waited for him. As usual in New York it took about twenty minutes for the baggage to come down a chute. By that time most of the passengers were milling around the carousel into which the chute emptied, but I still didn’t see Cully. I kept looking for him. The crowd began to thin, and after a while there were only a few suitcases left on the carousel.
I called the house and asked Valerie if there had been any calls from Cully and she said no. Then I called TWA flight information and asked if Cully Cross had been on the plane. They told me that he had made a reservation but had never shown up. I called the Xanadu Hotel in Vegas and got Cully’s secretary. She said yes, that as far as she knew, Cully had flown to New York. She knew he was not in Vegas and would not be due back for a few days. I wasn’t worried. I figured something had come up. Cully was always flying off to all parts of the United States and the world on hotel business. Some last-minute emergency had made him change course and I was sure he would get in touch with me. But far back in my mind there was the nagging consciousness that he had never hung me up before, that he had always told me of a change in plans and that in his own way he was too considerate to let me go to the airport and wait for hours when he was not coming. And yet it took me almost a week of not hearing from him and not being able to find out where he was before I called Gronevelt.
Gronevelt was glad to hear from me. His voice sounded very strong, very healthy. I told him the story and asked him where Cully might be and I told him that in any case I thought I should notify him. “It’s not something I can talk about over the phone,” Gronevelt said. “But why don’t you come out for a few days and be my guest here at the hotel and I’ll put your mind to rest?”
Chapter 52
When Cully received a summons to Gronevelt’s executive suite, he put in a call to Merlyn.
Cully knew what Gronevelt wanted to see him about and he knew he had to start thinking about an escape hatch. On the phone he told Merlyn he would be taking the next morning’s plane to New York and asked Merlyn to meet him. He told Merlyn that it was important, that he needed his help.
When Cully finally went into Gronevelt’s suite, he tried to “read” Gronevelt, but all he could see was how much the man changed in the ten years he had worked for him. The stroke Gronevelt had suffered had left tiny red veins in the whites of his eyes, through his cheeks and even in his forehead. The cold blue eyes seemed frosted. He seemed not so tall, and he was much trailer. Despite all this, Cully was still afraid of him.
As usual, Gronevelt had Cully make them both drinks, the usual scotch. Then Gronevelt said, “Johnny Santadio is flying in tomorrow. He wants to know just one thing. Is the Gaming Commission going to approve his license as an owner of this hotel or are they not?’
“You know the answer,” Cully said.
“I think I know it,” Gronevelt said. “I know what you told Johnny, that it was a sure thing. That it was all locked up. That’s all I know.”
Cully said, “He’s not going to get it. I couldn’t fix it.”
Gronevelt nodded. “It was a very tough proposition from the word ‘go,’ what with Johnny’s background. What about his hundred grand?”
“I have it for him in the cage,” Cully said. “He can pick it up whenever he wants it.”
“Good,” Gronevelt said. “Good. He’ll be pleased about that.”
They both leaned back and sipped their drinks. Both preparing for the real battle, the real question. Then Gronevelt said slowly, “You and I know why Johnny’s making a special trip here to Vegas. You promised him you could fix it so that Judge Brianca would give his nephew a suspended sentence on that fraud and income tax rap. Yesterday his nephew got sentenced to five years. I hope you have an answer for that one.”
“I haven’t got an answer,” Cully said. “I paid Judge Brianca the forty grand that Mr. Santadio gave me. That’s all I could do. This is the first time Judge Brianca ever disappointed me. Maybe I can get the money back from him. I don’t know. I’ve been trying to get in touch with him, but I guess he’s ducking me.”
Gronevelt said, “You know that Johnny has a lot to say about what goes on in this hotel, and if he says it’s important that I let you go, I have to let you go. Cully, you know that I’m not in my old power position ever since I’ve had that stroke. I had to give away pieces of the hotel. I’m really just an errand boy now, a front. I can’t help you.”
Cully laughed. “Hell, I’m not even worried about getting fired. I’m just worried about getting killed.”
“Oh,” Gronevelt said, “no, no. It’s not that serious.” He smiled at Cully as a father might smile at his son. “Did you really think it was that serious?”
For the first time Cully relaxed and took a big swig of scotch. He felt enormously relieved. “I’ll settle for that deal right now,” Cully said, “just getting fired.”
Gronevelt slapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t settle so fast,” he said. “Johnny knows the great work you’ve done for this hotel in the last two years since my stroke. You’ve done a marvelous job. You’ve added millions of dollars to the revenue coming in here. Now that’s important. Not only to me but to guys like Johnny. So you’ve made a couple of mistakes. Now, I have to admit they are very pissed off, especially about the nephew going to jail and especially because you told them not to worry. That you had the full fix on Judge Brianca. They couldn’t understand how you could say such a thing and then not come through for them.”
Cully shook his head. “I really can’t figure it,” he said. “I’ve had Brianca in my pocket for the last five years, especially when I had that little blond Charlie working him over.”
Gronevelt laughed. “Yeah, I remember her. Pretty girl. Good heart.”
“Yeah,” Cully said. “The judge was crazy for her. He used to take her on his boat down to Mexico fishing for a week at a time. He said she was always great company. Great little girl.”
What Cully didn’t tell Gronevelt was how Charlie used to tell him stories about the judge. How she used to go into the judge’s chambers and, while he was still in his robes, go down on him before he went out to conduct a trial. She also told him how on the boat fishing she had made the sixty-year-old judge go down on her and how the judge had immediately rushed into the stateroom, grabbed a bottle of whiskey and gargled to get all the germs out. It was the first time the old judge had ever done this to a woman. But, Charlie Brown said, after that he was like a kid eating ice cream. Cully smiled a little bit, remembering, and then he was aware of Gronevelt going on.
“I think I have a way for you to square yourself,” Gronevelt said. “I have to admit Santadio is hot. He’s steaming, but I can cool him off. All you have to do is come through for him with a big coup, right now, and I think I have it. There’s another three million waiting in Japan. Johnny’s share of that is a million bucks. If you can bring that out, as you did once before, I think for a million dollars Johnny Santadio will forgive you. But just remember
