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“I caught what he said. Not sure that’s the spin I would put on it.”
I shrug and turn back.
He says, “I love you, Lucia. I don’t want it to be this way. But I do love you.”
“You love me, but you just have to give me up. You just need to kick me to the curb.”
Jerry has a head of steam up. “Future projects will be ambitious, towering examples of the power of partnership. Not bridges across cultural divides so much as hotbeds of innovation and enterprise. Joint ventures with dazzling visions for the bright days to come. Together we will show that the drive to the west still has many more trails to blaze.”
Carlo leans toward me. “He does know who the future partners he talking to are, right?”
I step forward. “There’s been a development.”
Jerry scowls.
“Just — if you’ll excuse me Jerry, before we get too much farther, I want everyone to know that we’ve made some discoveries about the raid on Sun-a-do.”
Jerry’s face colors up. “We can get to that later,” he says, stepping forward.
Waya says, “I would like to hear what Lucia has to tell us.”
Jerry scowls and his eyes narrow.
“We still haven’t been able to identify the attackers.”
“Well, that’s terrible,” Jerry says, “But I’m sure everybody is doing all they can. And thank you so much for the update.”
“We haven’t, Jerry, but some associates of yours did recognize the three who didn’t make it out, from photographs.”
His eyes narrow.
“Associates of your in Chicago, Jerry.”
His face drains pale.
“They said the four — well, the three who didn’t escape, were part of a crew from there. A crew you knew well. A crew you have worked with on what were described as ‘dirty tricks.’ You knew them. Didn’t you?”
He shrugs. Looking around he says, “I haven’t seen these pictures so, obviously,” his shoulders and his eyebrows rise as his hands go out. “What do I know, right?”
He takes a bite off his Old Fashioned. “Maybe they were people I worked with. What would that prove?”
“In fact, you were here, Jerry. The night before the raid. Weren’t you.”
“No. I don’t know. I don’t think so.”
“The visitors’ log does. And the CCTV here remembers you, too.”
“I don’t see…”
“Alessio brought you that night.” I turn to him, “Didn’t you?” He nods. “In fact, I may have spoken to you while you were here with him.”
Alessio looks down.
Jerry blusters. “This is all bullshit. It’s not true and at best it’s circumstantial and–”
“You were in Cards Room Number 4. Weren’t you.”
“I don’t know. I don’t remember. And it doesn’t matter. Who gives a fuck. Now, can we please get on?”
