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.The two detectives he sent to talk to the husband had come up empty.Charlie Pellecchia’s story had checked out.Although they knew the husband wasn’t telling them everything, there was nothing the detectives could do about it.Not without a formal complaint.The married couple was from New York.They were supposed to be on vacation.Gold wondered if they were a pair of fruitcakes who had decided to take their marital frustrations to Las Vegas to see what the desert heat might stir up.Then he wondered if they had arranged for each other to be assaulted.Then Gold wondered what the hell the wife’s boyfriend might have had to do with it.He finished his cup of stale coffee as the young vice detective he was with ended a cellular telephone call.Gold was a short, balding man.At five-foot-five, he had to look up at the young, baby-faced, six-foot detective.“You still married?” Gold asked.The young detective, Donald Gentry, was the son of Gold’s ex-partner.Since Gentry’s father had died the year before, Gold had become his mentor.“I have two more hours,” Gentry replied.Gold held up a short, stubby finger.“Better make it one, you wanna stay married.”Both men forced smiles.Gold wasn’t looking forward to their conversation.Gentry suspected his wife was having an affair.Gold knew from experience, his own included, that once you suspected an affair, there usually was one.“I found her diaphragm gel,” Gentry told Gold.“I’ve been keeping an eye on it.One day it’s there, in her night table drawer, the next day it’s gone.I know she’s not using it with me.”Gold was too familiar with the sinking feeling he knew was in the pit of Gentry’s stomach.“I’m sorry,” he said.“At least she was taking it out of the house,” Gentry added.“Until this afternoon.I called her from the courthouse.She didn’t answer.I stopped by a few hours later.She wasn’t home.But the bed was a mess, and the gel had been used.There was gunk all around the nose.I probably just missed them.In my own fucking house.”“You know who?” Gold asked cautiously.He was concerned that Gentry did know.“No idea.That’s why I came to you.To find out.”Gold took a deep breath.It had been a long, lousy day.It was about to get worse.“Let’s get some coffee,” he heard himself say.Nicholas Cuccia expected to see Vincent Lano and the missing five thousand dollars when he opened the door to his suite.Instead, he saw Joey Francone and a short, bald man he had never seen before.“Who the fuck are you?” he asked the short man.“He’s Allen Fein,” Francone said.Fein extended his right hand to Cuccia.Cuccia looked to Francone before taking Fein’s hand.“He’da said Allen Funt, the Candid Camera guy, I might know him.”“He works for —” Francone started to say.Fein interrupted.“I work for Jerry Lercasi.I’m the one who arranged things.”Cuccia clapped twice and opened his hands.“That’s great.And what can I do for you?”“There’s a five-thousand-dollar bill outstanding,” Fein said.“One of your men took off with it.”Cuccia turned to Francone.“You wanna tell me the rest, or do I have to hear this twice?”It was a frustrating position.The DEA had followed the heroin from Florida up the eastern coastline to New Jersey.The heroin was trucked from the New Jersey docks to a warehouse in Jersey City operated by a known associate of Nicholas Cuccia.He had stumbled into the case the night Cuccia killed his partner in the heroin deal, a Russian gangster Agent Thomas had been keeping under surveillance at the time.Thomas smuggled Cuccia from the Jersey City warehouse to a DEA safe house, where the Vignieri crime family captain was offered a deal that would save him from spending the rest of his life in jail.Cuccia also was under surveillance by the FBI organized crime task force, as well as a New York City organized crime unit.Deals were struck between the two federal agencies that permitted the DEA to run the show.Thomas was promoted and reassigned to Cuccia.Part of the deal required Cuccia to sting his uncle, the acting underboss of the Vignieri crime family, with the heroin bust.The hope of the federal organized crime task force was that Uncle Anthony Cuccia would be yet another underboss to turn on the head of a New York crime family.The DEA would take the credit for the operation up to the point of old man Cuccia’s arrest for heroin trafficking.An underlying hope had been that Nicholas Cuccia would remain unscathed from the drug bust; that somehow he could remain inside the Vignieri crime family as an ongoing informant.Thomas knew that it was a pipe dream to wish for the stars, but so far the nephew seemed to be buying the hard sell of the various federal law enforcement agencies.Still, Thomas’s direct future within the DEA depended on the government game plan attaining some measure of success, the least of which was keeping Nicholas Cuccia healthy enough to make the case against his uncle the underboss.The fact that the federal organized crime task force was about to issue indictments against several key people in the Vignieri crime family complicated matters.None of the agencies was sharing significant information.It was a common problem during intensive long-term investigations [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]