I'm a fool to kill you

TEN

When I got to the airport in L.A. I met with security man Ben Hoff, he of the gruff voice, a big, beefy guy in his thirties who pumped my hand enthusiastically. He had black hair that was soaked with Brylcreem.

‘Glad to meet ya, Eddie,’ he said. ‘Real glad.’

‘Did you find me a cab driver, Ben?’ I asked.

‘Yeah, I found the guy who picked her up,’ he said. ‘Come on. When you called me from McCarran I got ahold of him and made him wait in the security office. He’s a little pissed off, but I told him it would be worth his while.’

‘How worth his while?’

‘Fifty should do it.’

‘OK,’ I said. ‘Let’s go.’

Maybe I should have taken some expense money from Frank, after all.

Hoff walked me to the security office where a small, middle-aged man was sitting on a stool, his knees bouncing up and down with anxiety.

‘Hey, Ben,’ he said, popping to his feet when he saw Hoff, ‘come on, I gotta make a livin’.’

‘Take it easy, Larry,’ Hoff said, ‘this is the fella I was tellin’ you about. Wants ta talk to you.’

‘My name’s Eddie Gianelli, Larry,’ I said. ‘I’m trying to find Ava Gardner. Ben tells me she was in your cab this morning.’

Larry’s eyes narrowed and took on a crafty glint in his eyes.

‘She mighta been,’ he said. ‘I get lots of broads in my cab.’

‘Yeah, well this one you’d remember, wouldn’t you?’ I asked.

I looked at Ben Hoff, who nodded at me.

I took a fifty from my wallet and held it out to Larry.

‘That’s all I get?’ the cab driver asked.

‘Take it, Larry,’ Hoff snapped.

‘Yeah, yeah,’ Larry said, snatching the bill from my hand, ‘so she was in my cab.’

‘Where did you take her?’

He hesitated.

‘Larry!’ Hoff said.

‘I drove her to the Beverly Hills Hotel.’

‘OK,’ I said, ‘take me there.’

‘For how much?’

‘The going rate,’ I said, ‘plus twenty bucks.’

‘I’m your man,’ Larry said. He grabbed my suitcase from my hand. ‘Let’s go.’

‘Thanks, Ben,’ I said, shaking the security man’s hand.

‘Anytime, Eddie.’

‘See you in Vegas,’ I said, and followed the cabbie.

Larry stopped his cab in front of the hotel and hesitated before getting out.

‘Did you wait to see her walk in?’ I asked.

‘Well. . I watched her walk, if that’s what ya mean,’ Larry said. ‘Come on, it’s Ava Gardner, right? So yeah, I saw her go in.’

‘OK.’ I grabbed my suitcase and started to get out.

‘You want me to wait?’ he asked. ‘You’re gonna need wheels, right?’

‘Yeah, I might,’ I said. I paid the fare, gave him the extra twenty, and then another ten. ‘OK, wait. And keep the meter running.’

‘Sure thing!’

I got out of the cab, hesitated, then decided to leave my overnight bag. Even if Larry took off on me, there wasn’t anything of value in there anyway.

I walked up to the front door and entered, crossed the lobby to the front desk.

‘Can I help you, sir?’ a polite, impeccably dressed desk clerk asked.

‘Yes, could you tell me what room or bungalow Miss Ava Gardner is in?’

‘Sir?’

‘Ava Gardner.’

‘I don’t believe Miss Gardner is in the hotel, sir,’ the man said.

‘I think she is,’ I said. ‘I just spoke to a cab driver who brought her here from the airport.’

‘Sir,’ the clerk said, ‘even if she was here it’s against hotel policy-’

I was tempted to invoke Frank’s name, but five minutes after I spoke it, it probably would have made it into the newspaper.

If Ava was registered under an assumed name, and I knew that name, maybe that would have gotten me further.

‘OK,’ I said, ‘thanks.’

I searched the lobby and found the public phones. I called Jack Entratter in Vegas.

‘You in trouble already?’ he asked.

‘No,’ I said. ‘I just need you to ask Frank something for me.’

‘What’s that?’

‘If Ava used an assumed name to register at a hotel, what does he think it would be?’

‘That’s what you want to know?’

‘That’s it.’

‘Where are you?’

‘Beverly Hills Hotel, but I’m on a pay phone. Here’s the number.’

‘I’ll call you back the minute I find out somethin’,’ he said.

‘OK. I’m gonna check the bungalows, but I should be in the lobby or the bar when the phone rings.’

‘Frank’s in the building,’ he said. ‘It shouldn’t be long.’

‘Thanks Jack.’