Stone Cold

CHAPTER 24

MILTON WAS STANDING behind some players at a blackjack table watching the action, his gaze roving like a laser beam over the cards coming out of the chute.

Reuben appeared beside him. “How’s it going?”

Milton smiled. “This looks like fun.”

“Well, it’s our job to blend in, so play a few hands. Just don’t lose your shirt. We need gas money to get back home.”

Reuben strolled along, his gaze wandering here and there, looking for anything or anyone that might be useful. After being in combat in Vietnam he had toiled for years with the Defense Intelligence Agency, or DIA, the military equivalent of CIA. Though he’d been out of the game for a long time now, it wasn’t hard to remember how to do it well. And for Reuben, that meant heading to a bar for a drink.

He parked his butt on a stool and ordered a gin and tonic, checked his watch and ran his gaze over the bartender, an attractive middle-aged woman but with the pasty, beaten-down look of someone who’d spent too many years on the casino clock and under casino lights.

“So what action looks good these days?” he asked her as he munched on peanuts and idly sipped his cocktail.

She wiped the bar with a rag and said, “Depends on what you’re looking for.”

“Something besides slots and dice and other things that cost money.”

“Then you came to the wrong place.”

He laughed. “Story of my life. I’m Roy.” He put out a hand.

She shook it. “Angie. Where you from?”

“Someplace a little south of here. You a native?”

“I started life in Minnesota, if you can believe that. Been here long enough I guess I qualify for native status. Once the casinos moved in how many people can say they’re from Atlantic City? I mean, it’s a place you go to, not come from, at least not anymore.”

Reuben raised his glass. “I toast your eloquence.” He stared around at the expensively decorated interior. “Must be some big-ass corporation that owns this place. It makes the Bellagio or Mandalay Bay look cheap.”

Angie shook her head. “No corporation. One man.”

“Get out of here, Angie. I thought all casinos were run by fat-cat companies.”

“Not this one. It’s owned by Jerry Bagger.”

“Bagger? Name sounds familiar.”

“He’s pretty memorable. You meet him once, you don’t forget it.”

“From the way you say it I take it he’s not your basic, loving humanitarian.”

“You don’t build a place like this being a human anything.” She suddenly eyed Reuben with suspicion. “This isn’t some trick, is it? You don’t work for Mr. Bagger, do you? I’m not saying anything against him. He’s a good boss.”

“Angie, relax. I am what I look like, a poor sucker from out of town who blew his wad early at craps and decided to spend his last evening here having some real fun before hitting the road with my tail tucked between my legs.” He looked behind him. “But thanks for the info. I don’t want to run into this guy and say something I shouldn’t. He sounds pretty tough.”

“Not to worry, he’s out of town. Saw him leave with his boys yesterday.”

“Oh, he travels a lot?”

“Not really, even though he has his own jet.”

“Then he’s probably going to Vegas to check out the competition.”

“He was run out of Vegas a long time ago. I actually know where he went, because my best girlfriend is dating Mr. Bagger’s pilot.”

“So where’s the big honcho off to, then?” Reuben said in a bored tone as he swallowed a handful of nuts.

“Washington, D.C.”

Reuben gagged so badly Angie had to pound him on the back.

Recovered, he said, “Damn reflux. It’s closed my throat down to almost nothing.”

“Jeez, you gave me a scare. Never had anyone die on me yet, though.” She looked around and lowered her voice. “Can’t say the same about everybody else in this place.”

Reuben said slowly, “You have somebody kick the bucket here recently?”

“Let’s just say we had a couple top-level employees in the hospital. We were told they had the flu. I got a friend who works over at the hospital they were taken to. Since when does the flu cause cuts and bruises? Tell me that.”

“But they’re still alive.”

“They are, but we had another guy here, a computer whiz type. He disappeared. They said he left to take another job. Well, he didn’t tell his family and he forgot to clean out his apartment.”

“Damn, what could have happened to him?”

Angie eyed Reuben’s big frame appreciatively. “I get off work at nine, Roy. You buy me dinner and I’ll tell you some more. Okay?”

After he left the bar Reuben called Stone on his cell phone and told him about Bagger being in D.C.

“Good work, Reuben,” Stone said. “I’m on my way to see Susan now.”

“I thought you said she was gone.”

“Let’s just say I convinced her to give us another chance. You didn’t find out why Bagger’s in Washington?”

“Figured I’d try and get that out of her tonight. Didn’t want to push too hard. You know what I mean?”

“Absolutely. Keep me informed.”

“And tell Susan I still want a date.”