Vegas Moon

44.

“Tell me everything you know about Gwen. And don’t say Gwen who.”

Carmine nods. “Helluva girl, that one.”

I wait.

He says, “Fuckin’ pity. Swear to God, I find out who clipped her, I’ll kill ’em with my bare hands.”

I say nothing in response, show nothing in my expression. What I’m thinking is Carmine’s got a huge head. I wonder how much gasoline it would hold.

“Unless it was you that killed ’em,” he says. “In which case I figure they had it comin’.”

I don’t speak.

Carmine says, “Heard you was bodyguardin’ Lucky. Figured you wouldn’t of taken that job less you was workin’ some kind of angle. Maybe you found a way to take over his business?”

Carmine waits for me to respond, but gets nothing.

He says, “God knows I tried.”

Then he says something that completely floors me: “How’d you find out Gwen was workin’ for me?”