Authors: James Swain
Loaded Dice (30 page)
“In the spirit of cooperation, and the betterment of mankind, I propose that our casinos be linked,” Nick said. “It will be good for
everyone’s
business.”
Chance groaned as if confronting his worst nightmare.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Nick said.
“Are you going to get rid of those awful statues?”
“They’re being demolished as we speak,” Nick replied. “I’m replacing them with ones of Wanda.”
Shelly Michael stared at the sketch. “What else do you want?”
Nick went to the window. During breakfast, he’d asked Valentine how he could thank him for saving the city. Tony had only wanted one thing.
“A favor for a friend,” he said.
In the glass, Nick saw the three men exchange looks.
Shelly said, “You going to explain?”
Nick had greased plenty of palms over the years, but he still didn’t have the juice to accomplish what Tony had asked him for. That was going to take help. He tapped his fingers on the glass, then turned to look at the three men.
“It’s a little sticky,” he said.
52
L
ois Marie Valentine was a tiny thing, just under six pounds, but she had a voice like the fat lady in the opera, and Yolanda’s doctor said she was perfectly healthy. Gerry could not stop holding her, his wife lying in bed, looking like a truck had run over her, the labor lasting thirty hours.
“I’ll never do natural again,” she’d declared.
Valentine sat in a chair beside Yolanda’s bed, staring at his granddaughter. Other people’s babies looked like larvae, never your own. Two days had passed since he’d shot Amin, and it was nice to finally be home. He pushed himself out of the chair.
“I’m getting coffee,” he said. “Either of you want anything?”
“No thanks,” Gerry and Yolanda said.
He left, and Gerry put his daughter on the bed so they could both look at her. In her tiny face, he saw traces of his mother, and it made him feel things in his heart he’d never felt before. Yolanda touched his arm.
“Gerry, what’s going to happen?”
“Nothing,” he said, stroking his daughter’s hair.
“But Mabel said you were in trouble. That you might end up going to jail for helping the terrorists win money at the casinos, and for buying explosives. She said the district attorney wanted to throw the book at you.”
“He changed his mind.”
“He did?”
“Yeah. I’m free,” he said quietly.
“You are? Really?”
He met her gaze, hearing the mistrust. He was going to have to win that back, however long it took.
“Really,” he said.
“How did you manage that?”
His daughter let out a scream that lifted the hair on his head. Yolanda lifted her off the sheets, and she instantly went quiet.
“My dad got these three casino bosses to fix it with the DA’s office,” he said. “The charges were thrown out this morning. The judge wasn’t too happy about it.”
“What did he say?”
“He gave me a real tongue-lashing. Told me never to step foot in the state of Nevada again. We went straight from the courthouse to the airport. I think my father was afraid the judge was going to change his mind.”
Yolanda took his hand and squeezed it. “Oh, my God, that is so wonderful.”
“Tell me about it.”
“What about your job? Is your father going to let you stay in the business?”
Gerry looked at the floor. It was tile, and he saw his reflection in it. If the guy looking back at him wasn’t the luckiest guy on the planet, he didn’t know who was.
“He’s going to give me another chance,” he said.
Valentine stood outside the hospital’s rear entranceway, smoking a cigarette. He had picked up a pack two days ago and been puffing away ever since. Mabel came out and stood beside him.
“Sorry to be a party pooper, but that’s bad for your health.”
He raised the cigarette to his lips and inhaled deeply.
“A crew from a local TV station is in the reception area,” she said. “They found out you were in town. They’re very persistent.”
He took another deep drag on his cigarette. His name had gotten splashed across every newspaper and TV news show in the country, and now everyone thought they owned a piece of him.
“You’re going to have to talk to them eventually,” she said.
He watched the cigarette’s smoke curl around his head. He didn’t like the newspeople, and had decided he was going to avoid them for as long as he could. They threw around the word
hero
too easily. They thought he was one, only he wasn’t. Shooting a man in the back of the head with a high-powered rifle wasn’t what heroes did. Heroes broke down airplane doors and fought armed assassins with their bare hands; heroes were soldiers who went to war, and didn’t come home.
“What would you like me to tell them?” Mabel asked.
His cigarette was almost gone. He dropped it on the ground and crushed it out. He looked across the parking lot and saw there was a rear exit to the street. Great.
“Will I see you later?”
He nodded.
“I called the plastic surgeon who replaced your ear. You have an appointment next week for him to look at your face.”
He nodded again and dug his car keys from his pocket.
“I’ve got your favorite lasagna frozen. I’ll put it in the microwave, get some Cuban bread from the supermarket. Would you like a salad?”
It all sounded great, and he guessed it showed in his face. Mabel smiled, and as she turned to go back inside the hospital, he remembered something.
“Wait,” he said.
His neighbor turned around expectantly. Valentine removed the gold coin Nick had given him from his pocket. He’d bought an elegant eighteen-karat chain for it at an airport kiosk, and now he fitted it around her neck.
“It’s from a sunken treasure,” he explained.
Mabel held the coin up to her face. It was old and worn and absolutely exquisite. She saw Tony walk away, and called after him.
“Will you tell me the story behind this?”
Valentine found his ’92 Honda Accord in the parking lot, unlocked the door, then turned to face her. It had been the longest five days of his life, and he was ready to put them behind him. He would revisit the memories, but not for a very long time.
“Someday,” he said.
By James Swain
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Loaded Dice
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Copyright © 2004 by James Swain
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