V Is for Vengeance

this is a conversation we should be having.”
    “Why not? The place isn’t bugged. I have it swept every other day,” Dante said, and went on: “I imagine you’ve come into all manner of information about how I run my business. Not that Cappi’s a reliable source.”
    “I don’t think that warrants comment. You know your brother better than I do.”
    “Here’s something he hasn’t been told and therefore hasn’t had the opportunity to pass along. I’m closing up shop. I’ve been meaning to get out for years, but it was never the right time.”
    Len smiled. “You’re closing up shop because you’re under indictment and you know you’re going to jail.”
    “I wasn’t aware we were discussing my motivation,” Dante said. “I admit my retirement is self-serving, but keep this in mind: I’m a good businessman. I believe in sound financial practices, the same as a bank. I’ve also kept the violence to a minimum and what there was of it was Cappi’s doing.”
    “You’ve never ordered a hit,” Len said facetiously.
    “No, I have not. Killing makes for bad public relations. Not that Cappi would agree. He can hardly wait to step into my shoes. Once that happens, you got a real problem on your hands.”
    “I think I can deal with it.”
    “The deal is the issue we’re here to discuss. He might be willing to slip you your share, but he won’t be as generous as I’ve been. You’d be wise to broker an agreement up front and make sure it’s on your terms, not his.”
    “Is that what this meeting’s about? Unsolicited advice from a fucking gangster?”
    “I don’t think of myself as a gangster. The term offends me. I’ve never been convicted of a crime.”
    “You will be.”
    “You’re entitled to feel smug because you win either way. I’m out, he’s in, it’s all the same to you. You think you’ve got your hands full with me, wait until Cappi’s in the driver’s seat. He’ll turn this town on its ear.”
    “So why don’t you do us all a favor and get rid of him?” Len said.
    Dante smiled. “Why don’t you? I’ve got enough problems as it is without adding murder to the list.”
    “You only have one problem, buddy. We are taking you down.”
    “Oh, please. How long has this investigation been going on? Two years, three? You’re playing patty-cake with the FBI and who else? DEA? ATF? All government grunts, a bunch of jack-offs. I already told you I’m out of here. Cappi’s the one you should worry about. Take him out and the business is all yours.”
    Len got up. “Meeting’s over. Good-bye and good luck.”
    “Think about it. That’s all I’m saying. Retire from the PD and live in style for a change. You could do a lot worse.”
    “I’ll take it under advisement,” he said. “What’s the time frame for this departure of yours?”
    “That’s no concern of yours. I’m telling you this much because I want to be fair since you’ve been such a help to me.”

    Dante left the office early. He was restless, obsessing about Nora, trying to decide what to do. He wanted to tell her what happened to Phillip, but he knew it would be the end of their relationship. On the other hand, what was love about if not honesty and openness? He had Tomasso drop him at the house, where he picked up his car. He drove to the Vogelsangs’ in Montebello and swung the Maserati into the courtyard, then parked it next to Nora’s Thunderbird. It was Wednesday and he assumed Channing was back in Los Angeles. Dante was heavy-hearted, a phrase he’d never understood before.
    He crossed to the front door, aware of how ordinary all of his actions felt. He was playing the part of Lorenzo Dante, not fully inhabiting his body, but removed as though watching from outside himself. She must have heard his car pull in because when he rang the bell, she opened the door. Her face was stone. She held on to the door, forcing him to remain outside.
    Someone had spilled the beans. “Who told you?”
    “Two FBI agents came to the house in Malibu. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me yourself. How long were you going to let this go on?”
    “I had no idea you were married to Tripp until yesterday at the beach house.”
    “Yes, you did. I saw it in your face. Why didn’t you speak up?”
    “I couldn’t. When it finally dawned on me, all I could think was I didn’t want to lose you. I knew if I owned up, it was over.”
    Nora said, “You’re despicable.”
    “I didn’t mean to deceive you. I