Cut and Run

28

They heard the slow click of the back door shutting.

Whit moved through the den to the window that faced onto the backyard. No sign of Charlie’s car in the little curve of driveway. Whit glanced at his mother; she pulled her Beretta from her purse, leveled it at the den’s opening. She shook her head and mouthed the words get down, jerked her head at the couch. Telling him to take cover. He stayed right where he was.

No way that anyone had followed him, not with the chaos of Gooch rescuing him. Unless Gooch broke. Unless he talked.

‘Eve?’ a voice called. ‘Are you here?’ Not Charlie’s voice. Velvety.

She aimed the gun at the door. Whit moved quietly next to her.

‘It’s Frank. I’m alone. Paul, Bucks, nobody knows I’m here.’

Eve glanced at Whit. The gun shook slightly in her hand.

‘I’m coming in. My hands are up. I’m unarmed. I’ve got news about your friend.’ And with that a man stepped into the opening of the den, arms up, fingers spread in high five, open palms, one hand bandaged. He was pale and frowning.

It was the man who had watched Whit from the upstairs window when he jumped from the roof.

‘Eve, baby.’ He glanced over at Whit, then back at Eve. ‘Hi, sweetheart.’

‘How did you find us?’ Eve asked. Her voice was jagged. Not happy.

‘Your friend’s cell phone. I took it without Bucks knowing. It had a call to this number in the call log section. I got a reverse directory on the Internet, I found the address.’ He stared at Whit. ‘Hi. I’m Frank Polo. I’m Eve’s boyfriend.’ He wiggled fingers in a wave.

‘That’s up for discussion,’ Eve said.

‘I’m here to help you, sweetheart. What would Bucks and Paul do to me if I knew where you were and didn’t tell them?’

‘Shut up, Frank. Check him for a gun,’ Eve said. Whit patted Frank down. No gun, no knife, just the paunch of soft flesh under the silky shirt and black slacks.

‘Nothing,’ Whit said.

She lowered the gun. Frank stepped forward. She brought the gun back up.

‘Baby, baby,’ he said quietly and she put the gun down. Frank embraced her, and she stiffened, then sagged against him. She started to cry, then shook her head and wiped the tears away. Frank kissed her forehead, held her, murmured, ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry,’ again and again. He looked at Whit.

‘Is your name Whitman Mosley?’ Frank asked.

‘You don’t need to worry about his name,’ Eve said. She stepped away from Frank, wiping at her nose, her eyes.

Frank glanced at Eve’s face, then Whit’s, then Eve’s again. ‘Okay, whatever.’

‘Where’s Gooch?’ Eve said. ‘Our friend.’

‘Bucks has him. They’ve moved him to the house on Lazy Lane. It’s the most secure.’

‘Is he hurt?’ Whit asked.

‘He got a real bad whack on the head. Unconscious but they had our doctor look at him. Bucks wanted to get Gooch moved and get Paul’s mom out of the house. Paul’s sending her to Vegas for the weekend with a friend before they start rough on Gooch to get him to talk.’ Frank paused. ‘Everyone’s believing that Eve stole the money.’

She hit his shoulder, once, twice. ‘Sure they are, thanks to your damned skimming. How could you, Frank, and how could you be so dumb?’

‘I messed up, so I’m here to help you out of this,’ Frank said. He held up his bandaged hand. ‘They’ve already been at me. I can tell you exactly what they’re doing, what they’re planning, so you can get away.’ He took her hand and Whit saw her fingers close around his.

‘What’s your plan?’ Whit said.

‘Before I start sharing my brilliance,’ Frank said, ‘I’d like to know exactly what role you play.’

‘I’m helping Eve,’ Whit said. ‘That’s all you need to know.’

‘You’re the problem,’ Frank said. ‘Bucks and Paul know you got new friends, Eve. That doesn’t mesh well with the money being gone.’

‘You must care about her,’ Whit said, ‘since you’re here at considerable risk.’

‘Considerable ain’t the half of it,’ Frank said. ‘Eve. You’re never gonna convince them you didn’t take the money. So you got to turn. Go into Witness Security. Call the FBI, offer them Bucks and Paul.’

Eve shook her head. ‘You know what happened to Gene O’Brien. And Lydia Mancini. They went into WitSec and they still made the hit parade.’

‘They also were stupid as mules, calling friends in old neighborhoods,’ Frank said. ‘They let a trail be created back to them. You won’t. What else you gonna do?’

‘If I had that five million, I could vanish on my own terms. Anywhere in the world,’ Eve said. Whit shook his head.

‘Bucks ain’t leaving it around to be found or mouthing off about how smart he is,’ Frank said. ‘Was this the idea behind hiding the voice recorders? We found one in the kitchen. But they’re tearing the house apart. Max already found three.’

Three was all Whit had hidden. He wanted to sit down badly.

Frank looked again at Whit. ‘This is bugging me. You look like Eve. What the hell’s going on here?’

‘He doesn’t look like me, don’t be an idiot,’ Eve said.

Frank sat down on the ottoman in front of a heavy leather chair, put his face in his hands. ‘Okay, if you won’t cut a deal with the cops, my idea is tell Kiko that Bucks stole the money, that Paul is breaking the deal. It’s supposed to close tomorrow night. Kiko then comes after Bucks and Paul, guns blazing.’

‘Or Kiko finds another buyer?’ Whit said.

‘Sure. That’s gonna dry up revenue for Paul, gonna hurt him bad. Real bad.’

‘Why should Kiko talk to me?’ Eve said.

Frank cleared his throat. ‘Because if they all think you’re gonna turn to the Feds, you’re as much a threat to Kiko as you are to Paul. You can finger him as having been in on the deal. That’s real leverage.’ He tapped at his forehead, gave Whit a crooked smile. ‘No one thinks I have one of these. But I do. Eve wouldn’t have given me the time of day if I was dumb as a stump.’

‘So we tell Kiko,’ Whit said, ‘and what if Kiko doesn’t believe us and comes after us?’

‘Then we’re screwed. But what if,’ Eve said slowly, ‘Kiko already knows the money’s gone. This kind of news, it gets out on the street fast.’

‘He’s Miami,’ Frank said. ‘He don’t have ears on the street here. But if they war, they take each other out and you’re safe.’

‘I wish,’ Eve said.

‘None of this rescues Gooch,’ Whit said. He told Frank about Bucks’ offer, keeping the story simple and not adding in all of his and Eve’s theories as to Bucks’ true loyalties.

‘Your friend, consider him dead,’ Frank said. ‘Sorry. They have three sick bastards hunting you. You have your hands full without an impossible rescue, kid. As for Bucks, he’s following Paul’s orders to the letter so far as I can see.’

Whit went to the phone. ‘All I have to do is call the police, say a man is being held against his will at that address. End of story.’ He wanted to see Frank’s reaction to his suggestion.

He got a shrug from Frank. ‘And the cops got their asses taken to the cleaners the last time they set foot on Bellini property. They’d have to have reasonable cause for a warrant,’ Frank said. ‘They’re not in a hurry to get rid of Gooch, not while he could tell them where you or the money’s at, and for sure not while Paul’s mom is around. Paul’s not gonna let his mom hear him kill a man.’

‘Then you help us get Gooch,’ Whit said. He turned to Eve. ‘His safety is nonnegotiable. We’re getting him out.’

Eve nodded. ‘I agree.’

‘Who is this Gooch guy to you? Why you running around with these younger guys, Eve?’ Frank sounded hurt. ‘Who are you?’

Whit nearly laughed. ‘It’s so not what you think.’

‘Gooch saved my life, Frank,’ Eve said. ‘He and Whit saved me, okay, and they’ve helped me out. I owe them.’ She gave Whit a glance, almost embarrassed, freighted with guilt.

‘Yeah, babe, you’ve always been so debt-conscious.’ Frank cleared his throat.

Whit said, ‘I sure don’t trust a scum-ass drug dealer any more than I trust Bucks or Paul. But Frank’s right, if we can make Kiko believe the Bellinis are trying to screw him on the deal, the heat goes up on them.’ He paused. ‘I’m going to call Kiko and set up a come-to-Jesus meeting.’

‘No. I should go,’ Eve said.

‘No. Me.’ Whit turned to Frank. ‘I’d like to know what your plans are, Frank.’

‘My plans?’ Frank asked with a blank look.

‘Are you leaving town?’

‘No. I’m not leaving Eve. Ever.’ He took her hand.

‘Your concern is touching,’ Whit said.

‘It’s the most he’s ever shown,’ Eve said, but not unkindly.

‘I’m here, at total risk of my life,’ Frank said. ‘That counts for more than roses that wilt in a day and poems nobody can remember.’

‘Go to where they have Gooch,’ Whit said, ‘and do everything you can to keep them from harming or killing him in case they change their minds. We turn Bucks’ timetable around to our advantage, use Frank’s idea. Kiko’s going to miss his cartoons tomorrow morning. We’ll tell him there’s no money, but not until he has much less time to plan or react, less than twenty-four hours before he’s supposed to get his payment. Make him escalate the pressure on the Bellinis in exactly the way we want. Eve. We’re spending tonight at a motel. Not here. You better go, Frank. It’s best you don’t know where we’re at.’

Frank gave Whit a measured look. ‘I’m trusting you to take care of the woman I love.’

Someone loved her. He watched his mother touch Frank’s shoulder, Frank’s defiant frown.

‘I’ll take good care of her,’ Whit said. ‘You take care of Gooch for me. Tomorrow morning I call Kiko, and we let the shit hit the fan.’