Deadman's Bluff - James Swain [97]
“Meet me in Celebrity’s poker room in forty-five minutes,” Valentine said. “We’re going to put the screws to Scalzo.”
“I’ll be there,” his son said.
Valentine killed the connection, and walked back to where Bill was standing. The homicide detective had gone off to find the EMS crew he’d called for, and Valentine cornered his friend. “How much trouble are you going to get into if I go back to Celebrity’s poker room?”
“Plenty,” Bill said. “Why?”
“Because I’m going to go back to Celebrity’s poker room, that’s why.”
“Then wear a disguise. If you get caught, I can say I was in the dark.”
Valentine whacked his friend on the shoulder. “Thanks, Bill.”
He went to the clubhouse and found Gloria waiting for him, then got the rental and drove back to Celebrity. On the way they stopped at Target, where he purchased a floppy hat several sizes too large, cheap wraparound shades, and a neon green T-shirt that said SCREW THE KIDS—I’M DYING BROKE, which he put on in the store and left hanging out of his pants. To round out the picture, he added a little shuffle to his walk. He showed Gloria the transformation in the parking lot, and she burst out laughing.
“Do you really think that’s going to work?” she asked when they were on the road.
“Of course it will work,” he said.
“How can you be so sure?”
“There’s an old geezer robbing banks in Florida near where I live. He dresses just like this. I think he’s up to nineteen banks. They’ve caught him on videotape every time, but he keeps sticking them up.”
“Don’t the banks in Florida have security guards?”
“They do,” he said. “The old geezer walks right past them, gives the teller a note, takes his money, and leaves. The guards don’t pay any attention to him. It would be funny if the guy wasn’t breaking the law.”
He drove to Celebrity and left his car with the valet. As he and Gloria went through the front door of the hotel, he started to do his shuffle.
“You’re moving awfully slow,” she said.
“Need to conserve my energy for the buffet line.”
“Stop that.”
Once they were inside, she pulled him over to a secluded spot and gave him a kiss.
“I’m glad you’re not leaving Las Vegas,” she said.
Valentine got to test his disguise as he neared Celebrity’s poker room. One of the guards who’d escorted him out the day before walked past. Their eyes met, and Valentine touched the brim of his hat. The guard looked through him like he was invisible.
He and Gloria entered the poker room to find a mob of spectators crowded around a table containing the first prize, a whopping ten million bucks stacked like firewood. Shotgun-toting guards stood by the money, their steely eyes roaming the room. It was the biggest prize in professional sports, and according to the electronic leader board hanging over the feature table, DeMarco was the favorite to claim it.
He shuffled up to the feature table. It was bathed in bright lights, with DeMarco’s stacks of chips dwarfing his opponents’. DeMarco looked different than he had in previous days, his face drawn and serious, and Valentine wondered if his conscience was eating at him.
“Is that your son over there?” Gloria whispered. “He looks just like you.”
He spotted Gerry on the other side of the poker room and decided to give his disguise another test. He walked over to him and, getting no reaction, cleared his throat.
“Didn’t I see you on America’s Most Wanted the other night?” Valentine asked.
His son’s eyes went wide. “Pop? Is that you?”
“Keep your voice down.”
“Why the disguise?”
“I got banned from the tournament. You ready for a little payback?”
Gerry nodded enthusiastically. He hadn’t shaved and his eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, but there was a spark in his face that said he was more than ready.
“Good,” Valentine said. “Here’s the plan. The players are going on break soon, and I’m going to confront DeMarco, and tell him the little game he’s playing is over. See that pretty blonde lady on the other side of the room?