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"Maybe his number hit," Matt said, slightly sarcastic.
"He said he won the money in Las Vegas," Jesus said.
'That's possible," Matt said.
"Look at him. He won six thousand when he was out there," McFadden said.
"Yeah, I thought about that. But he's not Lanza."
"What does that mean?" Matt asked.
"You're fucking rich. You don't really give a shit whether you win or lose, and you came home with only six thousand."
"Onlysix thousand? I wish to Christ I had won six thousand," Charley said.
"There's more," Jesus said.
"Like what more?"
"He had almost ten thousand in cash, ninety-four hundred, to be exact, in his car tonight."
"How do you know that?"
"I looked."
"What do you mean, you looked?"
"When Charley and I were in Narcotics, we stopped a guy one night and took a car thief's friend from him," Jesus said. "I kept it."
A car thief's friend, sometimes called a "Slim-Jim," was a flat piece of metal, most commonly stainless steel, suitably shaped so that when inserted into an automobile door, sliding it downward in the window channel, it defeated the door lock.
"In other words, you broke into this guy's car, is that what you' re saying?"
"Yeah, and he had ninety-four hundred dollars in an envelope in the glove compartment, an ashtray full of cigarette butts with lipstick on them, and this."
Martinez threw something at Matt who caught it. It was a book of matches.Oaks and Pines Resort Lodge.
"What's this?"
"It's a fancy place in the Poconos," Jesus said.
"So?"
"I called a guy I know in Vice and asked him did he ever hear about it, and he told me that there's a room in the back for high rollers; that the word is that the Mob owns it."
"So?"
"This doesn't smell to you, Payne?" Martinez said, seemingly torn between surprise and contempt.
"I take back what I said before. You should not go to Internal Affairs. What you have is a guy that gambles. At this lodge, and in Las Vegas. And right now, he's lucky. The only thing I can see he's done illegally is gamble in the Poconos. That's a misdemeanor, as opposed to a felony. Like being in possession of burglar tools is a felony."
"What did I tell you he'd say, Hay-zus?" Charley McFadden said.
"I got thefeeling, Charley," Jesus said. "This guy is dirty."
"What's he doing?"
"They're smuggling drugs through the airport, most likely off Eastern Airlines flights from Puerto Rico, and probably from Mexico City flights too."
