indicating the picture. His eyes were hooded. Victoria surmised he recognized Beano as the card cheat Frank Lemay. She knew it bothered him to see Tommy with the man Joe had beaten with a nine-iron, but Joe knew he could not be tried for that crime again. Victoria let these thoughts simmer before moving on.
“I’ve been let go from the D.A.’s office or I’m quitting. … We’re still arguing about which it’s gonna be.”
“Good news from an unexpected place,” he grinned.
“Here’s the bad news from the same place,” she grinned back. “I went by there this morning to clear out my office and I got those photos from the FBI team that’s been covering Tommy’s activities….”
“Tommy’s being followed? I wasn’t aware there were any pending prosecutions. He’s not wanted for anything.”
“Maybe they just got tired of him beating up every hooker he’s slept with and dealing drugs outside of all those high schools. I don’t know, but the Feds have a three-man Weedwhacker team on him. They took these pictures. They also told me that Tommy financed that card cheat in the picture there. They tell me he’s been stealing from you for years. The Feds think that’s funny. Supposedly, he’s into you for millions but since I’m leaving the office, and since I know firsthand you’re a hard guy to get a conviction against, I thought I’d just come over and dump that fact on you and let you deal with it yourself. Might be more fun to watch this way.”
Joe smiled at her. “Tommy’s stealing money from me? That’s the angle?” he said; his gorgeous movie-star smile was widening. “He tells me you’re the thief…. He tells me you scammed a hundred thousand dollars from our jewelry store here in Atlantic City.”
“Think about it, Joe…. Does that make any damn sense at all? That sounds exactly like some kinda dumb thing your brother would come up with while he’s the one doing the stealing.”
“Why would he need to? Half of everything I own is his.”
“Why?” she shrugged. “Why do male timber wolves eat their young? Why did Cain murder Abel? Why do pigeons shit on statues? Some things have no answers, Joseph.”
“I see. And this picture is supposed to upset me in some special way?”
“That’s right, because aside from being the guy who cheated you six months ago, those two guys your big brother is yucking it up with are also the two dice cheats that knocked down your casino in Sabre Bay for a million dollars two days ago.”
“How do you know?”
“Because the Feds were down there taking pictures. They’re everywhere your psychotic brother goes.” She smiled. “I’m sure your casino has pictures of all the big players, especially the cheaters. Have your casino Manager fax one up to you. These are the same two guys. You can see Tommy’s having a pretty good time with them in that shot.”
The office door widened and two men came into the office; one was a tall accountant named Bruce Stang, the other one Victoria had never seen before.
“Hey, Joseph,” Bruce said, “we gotta go. They’ll only hold the table for twenty minutes.”
“Leave me alone for a minute, Bruce,” Joe said softly.
Bruce looked over and saw Victoria. He hesitated. “Want me to call Gerry?” he asked. “You shouldn’t be talking to her without an attorney present.”
“Get out of here for a minute,” Joe said more forcefully and both men left, closing the door. “So these are the two who hit the Sabre Bay Club. That’s the story?”
“That’s the fact, Joe. That picture was taken the day before yesterday. You can read the headline on the paper. According to wire taps we’ve been getting, your brother hates your guts for pushing him around.”
“So this picture, which could have a lot of other explanations, and your word, are supposed to get me all lathered up?”
“Yep, that’s the idea.” She got to her feet and moved to the door. Then she turned, “Oh, yeah, there was something else…. I’m not supposed to know this, but I have a few friends in Justice and, since I have more than a passing interest in you and your family, I cashed a few chits.”
Joe stood waiting.
“According to the FBI surveillance, your brother was down in Nassau last night. He took four or five million dollars out of your SARTOF Bank. Got it out of the dead-drop you’ve got down there. You might sweep that bank if you get a chance. It’s got more bugs than a