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“From?”
“Turns out, the guy I won them off is the nephew of some big time gangster,” Steve replied, running his fingers through his hair.
“Are you nuts? Why don’t you just give them back?”
“Maybe I should, but I won them, dammit. Uh, on the way over here I was thinkin’—when you sell ‘em maybe you could give me a cut.”
“That’s not what we talked about,” John snapped. “You’re wastin’ my time. Get the hell out.”
“Hold on! I don’t want a lot, just ten-percent, and that’s after you get back your expenses.”
John paused.
Ten percent was a pittance.
“If your place can’t be seen from the road and you have buyers, you have nothin’ to lose?”
“Are they decent-lookin’ horses?”
“Are you kiddin’? Hell, yeah.”
“This is fuckin’ crazy,” John muttered under his breath. “Where are they?”
“At a really ritzy barn, and it has all kinds of security.
“What’s the name of it?”
“Bellwood. That’s the name of the gated community it’s in.”
“Bellwood?” John repeated. “You’re right. That place is like Fort Knox. You can only get in if you’re a homeowner or the guest of a homeowner, and it has serious security. I could drive in, load up, and take them back to my place without bein’ seen.”
“So you’ll do it?” Steve asked eagerly.
“I’ll go over there, check ‘em out, and if they’re as nice as you claim you’ve gotta deal. But I don’t want a bunch of people hangin’ around askin’ questions.”
“I have the perfect solution. I’ll have them moved to a pasture at the back of the community where the deliveries come in.”
“Yeah, that’ll work and I know where it is,” John replied, recalling the time he’d scouted the area for some possible home burglaries. “When do you wanna do this?”
“The sooner the better. Once they’re gone I’m takin’ off for Miami. I’ll probably end up livin’ there. I sure as hell don’t want to run into those jokers again. They were right out of The Godfather.”
“I take it you like movies,” John remarked.
“Yeah, I wanted to be an actor. I even moved to L.A., but it’s really hard to get anywhere. I’ve decided to try singin’ instead. I’ve got a decent voice. Huh. Maybe I should go to Nashville instead of Miami.”
“Dream big and you never know what might happen. But gettin’ back to the horses. I’ll meet you in front of the gates at Bellwood tomorrow mornin’ at nine and follow you to that back paddock. Will that give you enough time to get them there?”
“It shouldn’t be a problem. If anything happens I’ll text you, and John, thanks.”
“I haven’t done anything yet, but you’re welcome. Sounds like this will be a win/win.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Though nothing had been stolen from Bailey’s room, the manager was horrified by the break-in, and Trevor took it very seriously. After being told the windows had been cleaned the day before, he requested a detective be sent to check for fingerprints.
“I don’t just want to know who, I want to know why,” Bailey exclaimed as Rick drove the truck from the parking lot. “It’s not like I have a bunch of jewelry or money, or anything worth stealing.”
“I don’t think this had anything to do with burglary, but I could be wrong,” Rick replied. “The good news is, you weren’t there.”
