V Is for Vengeance

before. This was a comprehensive view of his finances, pages he’d shred when he’d absorbed the content. He’d meant to go over the report when it first arrived, but he was distracted by the revelation from Nora’s offhand remark at the beach house that day. He wondered if there was any way he could have known she’d been married to Tripp Lanahan, of all people. Dante could count on the fingers of one hand men who’d come to his defense. Tripp had seen value in him, had successfully challenged bank policy for him, an unprecedented gesture of trust and confidence. Tripp had also taken a raft of shit from the bank for approving the loan, but he’d shrugged off the criticism and stuck to his guns. Dante was never sure why he’d done it, but it meant the world to him. In his mind, buying the big old house made him almost respectable, and he’d never missed a payment. In fact, he’d paid it off six years early and now owned it free and clear. Since then he’d worked hard to erase the taint of gangsterdom that dogged his days. It was a reputation he couldn’t seem to shake. He was tired of the burden and tired of trying to free himself from the power struggles and the necessity for domination. Until recently when he’d pictured his escape, it was always in the vague and cloudy future. It had helped immensely to know he had a way out, but now that the reality loomed before him, he was reluctant to act. It would make all the difference if Nora agreed to go with him, but what were the chances once she knew the part he’d played in Phillip’s death? He was doomed if he stayed and doomed if he left without her. Uncle Alfredo was another loss he wasn’t ready to face. Alfredo loved him as his father never had, and even with his life slipping away, he was Dante’s anchor. Dante couldn’t imagine leaving while the man could still draw breath.
    Then there was the end of his relationship with Lola, and that depressed him as much as anything. That morning, when he’d finished showering and getting dressed, he’d come into the bedroom to find her already up and in her travel clothes. She had a suitcase open on the bed and a garment bag hooked over the open closet door, with the inner flap unzipped. She’d already moved a number of dresses, skirts, and suits still on hangers into its interior.
    “What’s this about?”
    “What’s it look like? I’m packing my things.”
    “You don’t have to leave so soon.”
    “Of course I do. The whole world doesn’t revolve around you. I have needs and desires of my own.”
    “Where are you going?”
    “Haven’t decided yet. I’m having a car take me down to Los Angeles. I’ll stay at the Bel-Air until I make up my mind. London for sure and after that, who knows?”
    “You need cash?”
    “No, Dante. I have a fortune in gold coins stashed under the mattress. I thought you knew.”
    He smiled in spite of himself. “How much?”
    “Fifty grand should do for now.”
    He took out his money clip and counted off a number of bills that he handed to her. “That’s ten. I’ll have Lou Elle get the other forty to you at the hotel. After that, she’ll set up an account for you.”
    “Thanks. I’m charging everything to you anyway, but there’s always tips and incidentals. You might alert American Express so there’s no hassle. I hate when the assholes refuse a card. They’re always so smug about it.”
    “No problem.” He sat down on the edge of the bed, which was still unmade. The covers were thrown back and the sheets were warm with her scents: cologne, bath salts, shampoo. He felt a sharp pang of anxiety. What would he do with himself when she was gone? After eight years, he couldn’t even picture the empty place she’d leave in his life.
    She secured the elastic bands across the hanging clothes to hold them flat and then closed and zipped the inner flap. She added a few items to the big suitcase and closed that as well. “Could you haul that down for me? I don’t want to give myself a hernia.”
    He crossed to the closet door and lifted the garment bag off by its hook. He placed it on the bed and watched while she zipped it up. “This is all you’re taking? Doesn’t look like much.”
    “I gotta be prepared to tote everything myself. The bags have wheels, but there’s a limit to how many I can manage at one time.”
    “That’s what redcaps and bellboys are for.”
    “Only when I get where I’m going. In between, I got cabs and airports and who