The Harry Bosch Novels Vol Ii Part 62

They said their good-byes and Bosch put the phone back on the side table. He felt invigorated by the advances of the investigation. He just sat there a moment and reveled in the feeling of the adrenaline jazzing through his body. It had been a long time coming. He squeezed his hands into fists and banged them together.

Bosch stepped out of the elevator and began moving through the casino. It was quieter than most casinos he had been in- there wasn't any yelling or whooping from the c.r.a.ps table, no begging of the dice to come up seven. The people who gambled here were different, Bosch thought. They came with money and they'd leave with money no matter how much they lost. The smell of desperation wasn't here. This was the casino for the well-heeled and thick-walleted.

He pa.s.sed by a crowded roulette wheel and remembered Donovan's bet. He squeezed between two smoking Asian women, put down a five and asked for a chip but was told it was a twenty-five-dollar-minimum table. One of the Asians pointed with her cigarette across the casino to another roulette table.

"They'll take your five over there," she said with distaste.

Bosch thanked her and headed over to the cheap table. He put a five chip down on the seven and watched the wheel turn, the little metal ball bouncing over the numbers. It did nothing for him. He knew that true-blue gamblers said it wasn't the winning and losing, it was the antic.i.p.ation. Whether it was the next card, the fall of the dice or the number the little ball stopped on, it was those few seconds of waiting and hoping and wishing that charged them, that addicted them. But it did nothing for Bosch.

The ball stopped on five and Donovan owed Bosch five. Bosch turned and started looking for the poker pit. He saw a sign and headed that way. It was early, not yet eight, and there were several chairs open at the tables. He checked the faces and did not see Eleanor Wish, though he wasn't really expecting to. Bosch recognized many of the dealers he had interviewed earlier, including Amy Rohrback. He was tempted to take one of the empty chairs at her table and ask how she had recognized Eleanor Wish but figured it wouldn't be cool to question her while she worked.

While he considered what to do, the pit boss stepped up to him and asked if he was waiting to play. Bosch recognized him as the one from the video who had led Tony Aliso to his place at the tables.

"No, I'm just watching," Bosch said. "You got a minute while it's slow?"

"A minute for what?"

"I'm the cop who's been interviewing your people."

"Oh, yeah. Little Hank told me about that."

He introduced himself as Frank King and Bosch shook his hand.

"Sorry, I couldn't come up. But I don't work on rotation. I had to be here. This is about Tony A., right?"

"Yeah, you knew him, right?"

"Sure, we all knew him. Good guy. Too bad about what happened."

"How do you know what happened?"

Bosch had specifically not told any of the dealers about Aliso's demise during the interviews.

"Little Hank," King said. "He said he got shot up or something in L.A. What do you want, I mean you live in L.A. you take your chances."

"I guess. How long have you known him?"

"We go back years, me and Tony. I used to be at the Flamingo before the Mirage opened. Tony stayed there back then. He's been coming out here a long time."

"You ever socialize with him? Outside the casino?"

"Once or twice. But that was usually by accident. I'd be some place and Tony'd just happen to come in or something. We'd have a drink, be cordial, but that was about it. I mean, he was a guest of the hotel and I'm an employee. We weren't buddies, if you know what I mean."

"I get it. What places did you run into him?"

"Oh, Jesus, I don't know. You're talking- hold on a sec."

King cashed out a player who was leaving Amy Rohrback's table. Bosch had no idea how much the man had started with, but he was leaving with forty dollars and a frown. King sent him away with a better-luck-next-time salute and then came back to Bosch.

"Like I was saying, I saw him in a couple bars. You're talking a long time ago. One was the round bar at the Stardust. One of my buddies was the barkeep and I used to drop by there after work time to time. I saw Tony there and he sent over a drink. This was probably three years ago, at least. I don't know what good it does you."

"Was he alone?"

"No, he was with some broad. Young piece of fluff. n.o.body I recognized."

"All right, what about the other time, when was that?"

"That was maybe last year sometime. I was with a bachelor party- it was for Marty, who runs the c.r.a.ps here- and we all went to get straightened out at Dolly's. It's a strip club on the north side. And Tony was in there, too. He was by hisself and he came over and had a drink. In fact, he bought the whole table a drink. Must've been eight of us. He was a nice guy. That was it."

Bosch nodded. So Aliso had been a regular at Dolly's going back at least a year. Bosch was planning to go there, to get a line on the woman named Layla. She was probably a dancer, Bosch guessed, and Layla was more than probably not her real name.

"You seen him more recently with anybody?"

"You mean a broad?"

"Yeah, some of the dealers said there was a blonde recently."

"Yeah, I think I saw him a couple, three times with the blonde. He was giving her the dough to play the machines while he played cards. I don't know who it was, if that's what you mean."

Bosch nodded.

"That it?" King asked.

"One more thing. Eleanor Wish, you know her? She was playing the cheap table on Friday night. Tony played for a while at the same table. It looked like they knew each other."

"I know a player named Eleanor. I never knew her last name. She the looker, brown hair, brown eyes, still in nice shape despite, as they say, the encroachment of time?"

King smiled at his clever use of words. Bosch didn't.

"That sounds like her. She a regular?"

"Yeah, I see her in here maybe once a week, maybe less. She's a local, as far as I know. The local players run a circuit. Not all the casinos have live poker, see. It doesn't earn a lot for the house. We have it as a courtesy to our customers, but we hope they play a little poker and a lot of blackjack. Anyway, the locals run a circuit so they don't play against the same faces all the time. So they maybe play here one night, over to Harrah's the next, then it's the Flamingo, then maybe they work the downtown casinos a few nights. You know, like that."

"You mean she's a pro?"

"No, I mean she's a local and she plays a lot. Whether she's got a day job or lives off poker I don't know. I don't think I ever cashed her out for more than two bills. That's not a lot. The other thing is I heard she tips the dealers too well. The pros don't do that."

Bosch asked King to list all the casinos in the city that he knew offered live poker, then thanked him.

"You know, I doubt you're going to find anything other than Tony knowin' her to say h.e.l.lo to, that's all."

"Why's that?"

"Too old. She's a nice-lookin' gal, but she was too old for Tony. He liked 'em young."

Bosch nodded and let him go. He then wandered through the casino in a quandary. He didn't know what to do about Eleanor Wish. He was intrigued by what she was doing and King's explanation about her being a once-a-week regular seemed to make her recognition of Aliso innocent enough. But while she most likely had nothing to do with the case, Bosch felt the desire to talk to her. To tell her he was sorry for the way things had turned out, for the way he had made them turn out.

He saw a bank of pay phones near the front desk and used one to call information. He asked for a listing for Eleanor Wish and got a recording saying the phone number was unlisted at the customer's request. Bosch thought a moment and then dug through the pocket of his jacket. He found the card that Felton, the Metro detectives captain, had given him and paged him. He waited with his hand on the phone so no one else could use it for four minutes before it rang.

"Felton?"

"Yeah, who's this?"

"Bosch. From earlier today?"

"Right. L.A. I still haven't gotten the prints back. I'm expecting to hear something first thing."

"No, I'm not calling about that. I was wondering if you or any of your people have enough juice with the phone company to get me a listing, number and address."

"It's unlisted?"

Bosch felt like telling him that he wouldn't be calling if the account was listed but let it go.

"Yeah, unlisted."

"Who is it?"

"A local. Somebody who was playing poker with Tony Aliso on Friday night."

"So?"

"So, Captain, they knew each other and I want to talk to her. If you can't help me, fine. I'll find her some other way. I was calling because you told me to call if I needed something. This is what I need. Can you do it or not?"

There was silence for a few moments before Felton came back.

"Okay, give it to me. I'll see what I can get. Where you going to be?"

"I'm mobile. Can I ring you back?"

Felton gave him his home number and told him to call back in a half hour.

Bosch used the time to walk across the Strip to Harrah's to check out the poker room. Eleanor Wish wasn't there. He then went back out onto the Strip and headed down to the Flamingo. He took his jacket off because it was still very warm out. It would be dark soon and he hoped it would cool off then.

In the Flamingo casino he found her. She was playing at a one-to-four table with five men. The seat on her left was open but Bosch didn't take it. Instead, he hung back with the crowd around a roulette table and watched her.

Eleanor Wish's face showed total concentration on the cards as she played. Bosch watched as the men she was playing against stole looks at her, and it gave Bosch a weird thrill to know they secretly coveted her. In the ten minutes he watched, she won one hand- he was too far away to see what she won with- and bailed out early on five others. It looked as though she was well ahead. She had a full rack in front of her and six stacks of chips on the blue felt.

After he watched her win a second hand- this time a ma.s.sive pot- and the dealer began to push the pile of blue chips to her spot, Bosch looked around for a pay phone. He called Felton at home and got Wish's home phone and address. The captain told him that the address, on Sands Avenue, was not far off the strip in an area of apartment buildings mostly inhabited by casino employees. Bosch didn't tell him that he had already found her. Instead, he thanked him and hung up.

When Bosch got back to the poker room she was gone. The five men were still there, but there was a new dealer and no Eleanor Wish. Her chips were gone. She had cashed out and he had lost her. Bosch cursed to himself.

"You looking for someone?"

Bosch turned around. It was Eleanor. There was no smile on her face, just a slight look of irritation or maybe defiance. His eyes fell to the small white scar on her jawline.

"I, uh ... Eleanor ... yeah, I was looking for you."

"You were always so obvious. I picked you out one minute after you were there. I would've gotten up then but I was bringing that guy from Kansas along. He thought he knew when I was bluffing. He didn't know s.h.i.t. Just like you."

Bosch was tongue-tied. This was not how he had envisioned this happening and he didn't know how to proceed.

"Look, Eleanor, I, uh, just wanted to see how you were doing. I don't know, I just ..."

"Right. So you just flew out to Vegas to look me up? What's going on, Bosch?"

Bosch looked around. They were standing in a crowded section of the casino. Players pa.s.sing on both sides of them, the cacophony of the slot machine din and whoops of success and failure created a blur of sight and sound around him.

"I'll tell you. Do you want to get a drink or something, maybe something to eat?"

"One drink."

"You know a place that's quiet?"

"Not here. Follow me."

They left through the front doors of the casino and walked out into the dry heat of the night. The sun was all the way down now and it was neon that lit the sky.

"There's a bar in Caesar's that's quiet. It doesn't have any machines."

She led him across the street and onto the people mover that delivered them to the front door of Caesar's Palace. They walked past the front desk and into a circular bar where there were only three other customers. Eleanor had been right. It was an oasis with no poker or slot machines. Just the bar. He ordered a beer and she ordered scotch and water. She lit a cigarette.

"You didn't used to smoke before," he said. "In fact, I remember you were-"

"That was a long time ago. Why are you here?"

"I'm on a case."

During the walk over he'd had time to compose himself and put his thoughts in order.

"What case and what does it have to do with me?"

"It's got nothing to do with you, but you knew the guy. You played poker with him on Friday at the Mirage."

Curiosity and confusion creased her brow. Bosch remembered how she used to do that and remembered how attractive he'd found it. He wanted to reach over and touch her but he didn't. He had to remind himself that she was different now.

"Anthony Aliso," he said.

He watched the surprise play on her face and believed instantly that it was real. He wasn't a poker player from Kansas who couldn't read a bluff. He had known this woman and believed from the look on her face she clearly did not know Aliso was dead until he told her.

"Tony A ... ," she said and then let it trail off.

"Did you know him well or just to play against?"

She had a distant look in her dark eyes.

"Just when I'd see him there. At the Mirage. I've been playing there on Fridays. A lot of fresh money and faces come in. I'd see him there a couple times a month. For a while I thought he was a local, too."

"How'd you find out he wasn't?"