“I don’t need a hooker.”

“You might, if you’re right about Phyllis being dead.”

Lucky sighed. “Look. You want the job or not?”

“Mr. Peters?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re a liar, a cheat, and a cheapskate.”

“Based on?”

“You lied about fucking Phyllis. You cheated on your wife. And you don’t want to pay me a fair price to save your life.”

Lucky paused. When he spoke, he sounded dejected. “How’d you know about Phyllis?”

“Carmine told me.”

“Carmine Porrello?”

“You know any other Carmines?”

“He said he didn’t know you! That sonofabitch charged me fifteen grand for Sal’s phone number! And Sal charged me ten for yours!”

“So you’ll pay twenty-five grand to get me on the phone, but only twenty a week to protect you? That hurts, Mr. Peters. If I have to seek therapy over this, who’s going to stop Connor Payne from killing you?”

“I can kill him myself.”

“Now that’s a bold statement.”

“There’s a device. I only need you as long as it takes to find it.”

“Interesting. Tell me more.”

“I can’t. Not over the phone. If you protect Gwen till I get back to Vegas, you and I can search Phyllis’s office together, and find this thing I’m looking for.”

“Gwen?”

“My wife. Her life could be in danger.”

“Why?”

“If Connor Payne thinks I have the device, he might go to my house looking for it.”

“Or for you.”

“Right.”

“But you don’t have it.”

“No. Phyllis has…had it.”

“Want me to check her office?”

“You can’t. The police are there. You can get me in there tonight, though, right?”

“If I come to Vegas,” Creed said.

Lucky said, “How did Carmine know about Phyllis?”

“Mr. Peters, you may be brilliant when it comes to bookmaking, but you don’t know shit about the people who are scheming to bring you down.”

“And you do?”

“What I don’t know I can figure out.”

“But you won’t help me.”

“Did I say that?”

“You said I was a liar, a cheat, and a cheapskate.”

“True. Nevertheless, I’m in.”

“You are?”

“I’m intrigued.”

“Why?”

“Connor Payne is a one-man army. I want to know how you plan to kill him.”

“I’ll tell you tonight, after I land. There’s a direct flight to Vegas, leaves at five, gets there nine twenty. I need you to go to my house, watch my wife till then.”

“Okay.”

“And bring her with you to the airport to meet my plane.”

“You need to let her know I’m coming.”

“Of course.”

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