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The back door opened, and a bodyguard climbed out. Asian or Samoan. Big. “What do you want, sir?”
“I just have a couple of questions, then Mr. Santangelo can be on his way.”
A voice came from inside. “It’s all right.”
Santangelo was in the backseat. He was tanned, with short brown hair and ten o’clock shadow. He sported a brown leather bomber jacket like the one he’d worn in The Great Squall. The actor slid over, and Cruz got in beside him.
Once again, the gray sedan moved off from the curb.
Cruz said, “My name is Emilio Cruz. I’m a private investigator.”
“What the hell?” Santangelo said. “I thought you were a cop.”
“Sorry to disappoint,” Cruz said.
“So what is this? Is Ellen having me followed?”
“I don’t know your wife.”
“But you know her name is Ellen. Tell me what this is about and do it fast. When we get to Gower, that’s the end of the ride.”
“I’m investigating the death of Shelby Cushman.”
“Jeez. Poor Shelby. I’m serious. I couldn’t believe it when I heard.”
“You knew her for a while? How long, Bob?”
“Just a couple of months. You ever meet Shelby? Well, she was one sweet lady. Plus she was hilarious. Here I am, married, have everything, and all I really wanted was to be with Shelby. I fell in love with her. I think I actually did.”
“Where were you when she was killed? Sorry to have to ask.”
“I was flying to New York with Xo,” he said, indicating the muscle in the front seat. “I had dinner with Julia Roberts at Mercury that night. Check it out if you need to.”
“I will. If you had to name someone who might have wanted to hurt Shelby, who would it be?”
“I don’t know, man. Her dealer? Orlando something. She borrowed some money from me to pay him once. I never actually met the dirtbag. He set up a lot of girls at the spa.”
The actor leaned toward the driver, told him to pull over. He said, “This is your stop, Mr., ah, Cruz.”
Cruz smiled and shook his head. “Drive me back to Teddy’s. That’s where my car’s parked. Now that we’re such good friends.”
“Teddy’s,” the actor said to his driver. “I don’t want to see you again,” he said to Cruz.
“Only at the movies, dude.”
Emilio Cruz settled back into the plush leather. The case was starting to make some sense, at least. Shelby Cushman, the girl with the golden heart and a rich husband, also had a drug dealer. Maybe she was hooking to support her habit.
Andy wasn’t going to like that, and neither was Jack. Nobody liked hearing that somebody they loved was a junkie.
Chapter 59
UNCLE FRED was on his mobile, leaning against a wall in a corner of my office with his back to the door when I walked in. It had been almost a week since he, David Dix, and Evan Newman had hooked me in with a major assignment and a big bonus sweetener. So far, I felt we had barely earned the retainer.
Fred had looked worried then. Now his forehead was so rumpled he reminded me of one of those Chinese dogs. Football was not only his livelihood, it was his passion, the one thing he’d found to love in life. He’d told me as much a dozen times or more, ever since I was a kid. If the game was fixed, his world would become a sinkhole.
Fred said into the phone, “He’s just walking in now. I’ll get back to you.”
The big guy who used to tousle my hair when I was small came toward me with a limp that betrayed his bum knees. He shook my hand with both of his, then sat down heavily in a chair.
