Fools die

Chapter 7

A week after Jordan ’s death I left Vegas, forever I thought, and headed back for New York.

Cully took me to the plane and we had coffee in the terminal while I waited to board. I was surprised to see that Cully was really affected by my leaving. “You’ll come back,” he said. “Everybody comes back to Vegas. And I’ll be here. We’ll have some great times.”

“Poor Jordan,” I said.

“Yeah,” Cully said. “I’ll never in my whole life be able to figure that out. Why did he do it? Why the hell did he do it?”

“He never looked lucky,” I said.

We shook hands when my boarding was announced. “If you get jammed up back home, give me a call,” Cully said. “We’re buddies. I’ll bail you out.” He even gave me a hug. “You’re an action guy,” he said. “You’ll always be in action. So you’ll always be in trouble. Give me a call.”

I really didn’t believe that he was sincere. Four years later he was a big success, and I was in big trouble appearing before a grand jury looking to indict me. And when I called Cully, he flew to New York to help me.