asked Robie. “Does she have a chance of pulling through?”
“Again, even if I knew, I couldn’t tell you. What I can tell you is that sometimes families reach a point where they have false hope. Or where they made a decision to come to hospice and then reconsider that decision.”
“I see,” said Robie.
Julie added, “It’s hard watching someone you love die.”
The nurse said, “Yes, it is. Very hard. Now, unless you have any other questions I have some things to do for my patient.”
“You said her husband visits regularly?”
“Yes. But at odd hours. Brooke goes to college out of state so she doesn’t get in as often.”
“Do you have any idea where her husband works?”
“No, I don’t.”
“I can probably find that out easily enough.”
The nurse looked at Julie, who was staring at Van Beuren. “I’m sorry that she couldn’t tell you anything about your father.”
“Yeah, me too.”
Julie reached over and touched Van Beuren’s hand. “I’m sorry,” she said to the dying woman.
Then she turned and left. Robie handed his card to the nurse. “If her husband comes in can you have him give me a call?”
Robie glanced once more at the terminally ill former soldier, turned, and followed Julie out.
CHAPTER
84
ROBIE HELD THE door open for Julie and then climbed into the car after her. He buckled up and looked at Vance.
“Don’t see anything with Elizabeth Van Beuren being helpful. She can’t talk. And she won’t be alive much longer.”
“And what about Siegel? You didn’t say much after you left the bank.”
“He said he spoke to Leo Broome, but over a decade ago. Said he didn’t know Curtis Getty or Jerome Cassidy were in the area. He seems to just be waiting to see if he’ll get cancer too, or lose his job. Unless he’s hiding something really well, I’m not sure how he figures into this either.”
“So that leaves Jerome Cassidy,” said Vance.
“He’s in Arlington, right?”
“What the paper says.”
“Note anything suspicious out here?”
“Not a thing.”
“Let’s go.”
It took over an hour to get to Arlington because traffic was bad, or, in other words, traffic was normal heading toward D.C. It was nearly lunchtime when Robie found a parking space and pulled into it. He turned to Vance. “You sure this is the space?”
She held up the page and he read off it.
All three of them turned to look at the building.
“It’s a bar and grill,” said Julie.
Robie looked upward. “But there seem to be rooms above it. Maybe Cassidy lives in one of them.”
Vance undid her seat belt. “My turn.”
Robie looked across the street and then back at her. The area they were in was congested, like much of Arlington. There were too many homes and businesses with not enough land to put them on. That resulted in tight streets with not much parking, and lots of hidden spots from which they could be watched.
“Let’s all go in on this one,” said Robie.
Vance shook her head. “What about the car? We can’t leave it unattended. I’m not looking to get back in here with a bomb under the chassis.”
“I got this car from a special source. Which means it has special defensive devices.”
“Like what?”
“Like if someone tries to break into it or booby-trap it, it will not be a fun time for them and we will most certainly know about it.”
They all climbed out of the car. Robie’s gaze was shifting in every direction.
“What is it?” asked Vance nervously. “You see something?”
“No, but that doesn’t mean they’re not out there.”
“You didn’t seem this tense at the other places.”
“That’s because this is the last place.”
Vance took a quick breath and nodded. “Right. I see your point.”
The name of the bar was the Texas Hold ’Em Saloon. At ten minutes to noon it already had about twenty people inside. It was decorated in a western theme, heavy on saddles, bridles, cowboy hats and boots, and with murals of horsemen, cattle, and the flat Texas plains. At the far end of the space was an enormous bar that spanned the entire width of the interior. Barstools with faux bull’s horns as seatbacks lined the space in front. Behind the bar a large Texas flag hung on the wall. All around the flag were stacked hundreds of libations designed to wet the whistle, lighten the wallet, and dull the senses.
“Somebody spent a lot of cash on this place,” commented Robie.
A young woman dressed all in black except for her white cowboy hat and white boots and holding a menu approached them.