The Assassin

Chapter 56

"Nah. The reason I didn"t come over there-I wanted to-was I didn"t have any decent clothes to change into at the airport, and I can"t be seen drinking in uniform. They"d have my a.s.s."

"I understand," Mr. Rosselli said. "Anyway, a cop would make the customers nervous."

"Yeah."

Tony came into the room carrying two gla.s.ses.

"Can I fix you one, honey?" Tony asked.

"Why not?" Vito replied.

There were several minutes of somewhat awkward silence while Tony went into the kitchen and made Vito a drink.

"Honey, there"s no reason for you to lose your beauty sleep," Mr. Rosselli said. "We"re just going to sit around and have a couple of shooters. Why don"t you go to bed? When we need another, Vito"ll make it. Right, Vito?"

"Right," Vito said.

"Okay, then," Tony said. "If you"re sure you don"t mind, Vito."

"Go to bed," Vito said.

When she had closed the door behind her, Mr. Rosselli said, "I like her. She"s a nice girl, Vito."

"Yeah, Tony"s all right," Vito agreed.

"Vito, I"m going to tell you something, and I hope you"ll believe me," Mr. Rosselli said.

"Why shouldn"t I believe you?"

"You should. When I asked you to come by the Warwick for a couple of shooters, a couple of laughs, that was all I had in mind. You believe me?"

"Absolutely. And I wanted to come, and if I had the clothes, I would have. Next time."

"Right. Next time," Mr. Rosselli said. "But between the time I seen you and the plumbers . . . what"s all that going to cost you, by the way?"

"A f.u.c.king bundle is what it"s going to cost me. Those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds know they"ve got you by the short hair."

"Yeah, I figured. Well, what the h.e.l.l are you going to do? You can b.i.t.c.h all you want, but in the end, you end up paying, right?"

"Right."

"Like I was saying, Vito, between the time I was at your house and tonight, something has come up. We got a little problem that maybe you can help us with."

"What kind of a problem?"

"You ever hear of the guy that broke the bank at Monte Carlo?" He waited until Vito nodded, and then went on: "We had a guy between nine o"clock and nine-fifteen tonight, that G.o.dd.a.m.ned near broke the bank at Oaks and Pines."

"No s.h.i.t?"

"Sonofab.i.t.c.h was drunk, which probably had a lot to do with it, a sober guy wouldn"t have bet the way he did."

"Like how?"

"He was playing roulette. He bet a hundred, split between Zero and Double Zero. He hit. That gave him eighteen hundred. He let that ride. He hit again . . ."

"Jesus!"

"That gave him, what? Thirty thousand, thirty-two thousand, something like that."

Vito thought: Jesus Christ, that"s the kind of luck Jesus Christ, that"s the kind of luck I I need! need!

He said, "I"ll be G.o.dd.a.m.ned!"

"Yeah," Mr. Rosselli agreed. "At that point, right, a good gambler, a good sober sober gambler, would know it was time to quit, right?" gambler, would know it was time to quit, right?"

"You said it!"

"This guy let it ride," Mr. Rosselli said, awe in his voice.

"Don"t tell me he hit again?"

"Okay, I won"t tell you. With the kind of luck you"ve been having, it would be painful for you."

"He hit?" Vito asked incredulously.

"You understand how this works, Vito? Let me tell you how it works: A small place, like Oaks and Pines, it"s not the Flamingo in Las Vegas, we have to have table limits."

"Sure," Vito said understandingly.

"On roulette, it"s a thousand, unless the pit boss okays it, and then it"s twenty-five hundred. Except . . ."

"Except what?"

"You can let your bet ride if you win," Mr. Rosselli explained. "You"re a gambler, you understand odds. The chances of anybody hitting the same number twice in a row are enormous. And hitting it three times in a row? Forget it."

"Right," Vito said.

"The house understands the odds. And it would be bad business to tell the players when they"re on a roll, that they can"t bet no more, you understand?"

"I understand. Sure."

"By now, the pit boss is watching the action. They do that. That"s what they"re paid for, to make judgments, and to keep the games honest . . . you would be surprised, even being a cop, how many crooks try to hustle someplace like Oaks and Pines . . ."

"I wouldn"t be surprised," Vito said solemnly.

"So the pit boss is watching when this guy hits three times in a row. And he knows he"s not a crook. He"s a rich guy, coal mines or something, from up around Hazleton. But when this guy says "let it ride" . . . and he"s got thirty-two thousand, thirty-three, something like that, the pit boss knows he can"t make that kind of a decision, so he suspends play and calls Mr. Clark. You know Mr. Clark?"

Vito shook his head, no.

"Mr. Clark is the general manager of Oaks and Pines. Very fine guy. So the pit boss calls Mr. Clark, and Mr. Clark sees what"s going on, and he makes his call. First of all, he knows that the odds against this guy making it four times in a row are like . . . like what? Like Paulo here getting elected pope. And this guy is a good customer, who"ll be p.i.s.sed if they tell him he can"t make the bet. So he says, "Okay." Guess what?

"You won"t believe it. Double Zero. It pays sixteen times the thirty-two, thirty-three big ones this guy has riding."

"Jesus!" Vito said, exhaling audibly.

"Can you believe this?" Mr. Ca.s.sandro asked rhetorically.

"So that"s eighteen times thirty-three, which comes to what?"

"Five hundred big ones," Vito offered, making a rough mental calculation.

"Closer to six," Mr. Rosselli said.

One of these days, Vito thought, Vito thought, I"m going to get on a roll like that. I"m going to get on a roll like that.

"So, as I understand it, this is what happened next," Mr. Rosselli went on. "Mr. Clark has just decided he cannot let this guy let six hundred big ones ride. Maybe the f.u.c.king wheel is broken. Maybe this is one of those things that happens. But Oaks and Pines can"t cover a bet like that, and even if it means p.i.s.sing this guy off, Mr. Clark is going to give him the money he"s won . . . you understand, Vito, we have to do that. We run an absolutely honest casino operation. Mr. Clark has just decided to tell this guy he"s sorry, that"s all the casino can handle . . ."

"I understand."

"When the guy starts pulling all the chips toward him, Mr. Clark figures the problem has solved itself, so he don"t say nothing. The biggest problem he figures he has is how to tell this guy that he don"t have six hundred big ones in cash in the house, and he"s going to have to wait until tomorrow . . . you understand how that works, don"t you?"

"I"m not sure what you mean," Vito confessed.

"I"m surprised, you being a cop," Mr. Rosselli said. "But let me tell you. If there is a raid, by the local cops, the state cops, or the feds, and the feds are the ones that cause the trouble, they"re always after gamblers when they should be out looking for terrorists . . . If there"s a raid, they confiscate the equipment and whatever money they find. So naturally, you don"t keep any more money around than you think you"re going to need."

"Yeah," Vito said thoughtfully.

"I don"t mind telling you how this works, because you"re a good guy and we trust you. What we do up there is keep maybe fifty big ones in the cashier"s cage. If somebody has a run of luck, and there"s a big dent in the fifty, which sometimes happens, then we have more money someplace a couple of miles away. We send somebody for it. You understand?"

"Yeah, sure."

"In the other place, there"s a lot of money. Two hundred big ones, at least. But not enough to pay off this character who"s won six hundred big ones. You understand?"

"So what do you do?" Vito asked, genuinely curious.

"You know what the interest is on one hundred big ones a day?"

"What?"

"I asked if you ever thought how much the interest on a hundred thousand dollars is by the day?"

"No," Vito said, now sounding a little confused.

"A lot of money," Mr. Rosselli said seriously. "And on a million, it"s ten times that a lot of money."

"Right."

"So keeping two hundred thousand around in a safe, without getting no interest, is one thing, it"s the cost of doing business. But a million dollars is something else. You can"t afford to keep a million dollars sitting around in a safe someplace not earning no interest, just because maybe someday you"re going to need it. Right?"

"Right," Vito replied.

"My gla.s.s"s got a hole in it or something," Mr. Rosselli said. "You suppose I could have another one of these, Vito?"

"Absolutely. Excuse me, I should have seen it was empty."

"Get Paulo one too, if you don"t mind. He looks dry."

Vito took the gla.s.ses and went into the kitchen and made fresh drinks.

He wondered for a moment what Gian-Carlo Rosselli wanted from him, wondered if despite what he had said at the house about not having to worry about making the markers good, he was here to tell him that had changed and he wanted the money, but that was quickly supplanted by the excitement of thinking about this guy at Oaks and Pines who had hit four times in a row.

Jesus Christ, winning six hundred big ones in four, five minutes! If I had that kind of luck, I could get my own place somewhere, maybe in Bucks County. And have enough left over to invest, so there would be a check every month, and I wouldn"t have to raise a finger.

He carried the drinks back into Tony"s living room. Gian-Carlo Rosselli had moved to the couch, and now had his feet up on the c.o.c.ktail table. Vito, after a moment"s hesitation, sat down beside him.

"I was telling you about this guy who hit his number four times in a row," Mr. Rosselli said.

"Yeah. I sure could use a little of that kind of luck."

"Yeah, you could," Mr. Rosselli said significantly. "Luck"s been running against you, hasn"t it? How much are you down? You mind my asking?"

"No. I don"t mind. I"m down about twelve big ones."

"What the h.e.l.l, it happens, but twelve thousand is a lot of money, isn"t it? And what are your markers?"

"I think it"s four thousand," Vito said, hoping that it looked as if it was unimportant to him, and that he had to think a moment before he could come up with the figure.

"Yeah, right. Four thousand," Mr. Rosselli said. "Pity it"s not a h.e.l.l of a lot more. We could call them, and pay off the million two we owe the guy at the Oaks and Pines."

"Million two?" Vito asked. "I thought you said he won six hundred big ones."

Mr. Rosselli looked as if he were surprised for a moment, and then said, "No. It"s a million two."

"You said the general manager cut him off," Vito said.

"Mr. Clark. What I said, I guess I stopped before I was finished, was that Mr. Clark was was going to cut him off, but when he started collecting his chips, he figured he didn"t have to. And then the guy changed his mind . . ." going to cut him off, but when he started collecting his chips, he figured he didn"t have to. And then the guy changed his mind . . ."

"He bet six hundred big ones?"

"No. Just the bet. Just the thirty-two thousand whatever it was. He took the nearly six hundred thousand off the table, and then said, "One more time, just to see what happens" and bet the thirty-two thousand."

"Don"t tell me he won?"

"He won. Which meant another nearly six hundred thousand we owed him. Altogether, it comes to a million two."

"And then the manager shut him off?"

"Then the guy said he was going to quit when he was ahead."

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