he said.
Larkin looked at him and smiled. “That’s what the file said,” he said. “Wohl is very careful, very thorough. And very bright.”
“You have pretty good files, Mr. Larkin,” Matt said.
“Yeah, we do,” Larkin said.
THIRTEEN
It took Vito Lanza several seconds to realize where he was when he woke up, several seconds more to reconstruct what had happened the night before, a few seconds more to realize that he was alone in the revolving circular bed, and a final second or two to grasp that the revolving bed was still revolving.
It didn’t spin around, or anything like that, you really had to work at deciding it was really moving, but it did move, the proof of which was that he was now looking out the window, and the last he remembered, he had been facing toward the bathroom, waiting for Tony to come out.
The bed was also supposed to vibrate, but the switch for that was either busted, or they didn’t know how to work it. They were both pretty blasted when they tried that.
He’d had too much to drink, way too much to drink, there was no question about that. He’d had a little trouble getting it up, that much to drink, and that hardly ever happened. And much too much to be doing any serious gambling, and he’d done that too.
It had started on the way up. Tony had said she hadn’t had anything for breakfast but toast and coffee and was getting a little hungry, so they stopped at a place just the Poconos side of Easton on US 611 for an early lunch. And he’d fed her a couple of drinks, and had a couple himself thinking it would probably put her in the mood for what he had in mind when they got to the Oaks and Pines Resort Lodge.
He had half expected the coupon Tony’s Uncle Joe had given them for the Oaks and Pines Resort Lodge to be a gimmick; that when they got there there either wouldn’t be a room for them, or there would be “service charges” or some bullshit like that that would add up to mean it wasn’t going to be free at all.
But it hadn’t been that way. They didn’t get a free room, they got a free suite, on the top floor, a bedroom with the revolving bed and a mirror on the ceiling; a living room, or whatever it was called, complete to a bar and great big color TV, and a bathroom with a bathtub big enough for the both of them at once made out of tiles and shaped like a heart, and with water jets or whatever they were called you could turn on and make the water swirl around you.
And when they got to the room, there was a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket sitting on the bar, so they’d drunk that, and then tried out the bathtub, and that had really put Tony in the mood for what he had in mind.
And that was before they’d found out that the bed revolved.
After, they had gone down to the cocktail lounge, where the Oaks and Pines Resort Lodge had an old broad—not too bad-looking, nice teats, mostly showing—playing the piano, and they’d had a couple of drinks there.
That was when the assistant manager had come up to him and handed him a card.
“Just show this to the man at the door, Mr. Lanza,” he said, nodding his head toward the rear of the cocktail lounge where there had been a door with no sign on it or anything, and a guy in a waiter suit standing by it. “He’ll take care of you. Good luck.”
They didn’t go back there until after dinner. Whoever ran the place sent another bottle of champagne to the table, compliments of the house, and the dinner of course went with the coupon. Vito had clams and roast beef. Tony had a shrimp cocktail and a filet mignon with some kind of sauce on it. She gave him a little taste, and the steak was all right, but if he’d had a choice he would rather have had A-1 Sauce.
And then they had a couple of Benedictines and brandies, and danced a little, and he had tried to get her to go back to the room, but she said it was early, and it was going to be a long night, and he didn’t push it.
Then he’d asked her if it would be all right if he