"Five to fifteen, Vincent. Must have been a good girl. Because she did the five and got out. It was her last night."
"Bullshit. She was a lookout. You said yourself this morning that this was a pro, somebody who knew exactly what the fuck she was doing."
"I know. And it's her. Believe me, it's her."
"Tell me how you know this."
Karch spent the next ten minutes detailing his tracing of Jersey Paltz and his questioning of the electronics dealer.
"Motherfucker," Grimaldi said of Paltz. "I hope you took care of him."
"Don't worry about him."
Grimaldi's sharp, dark face cracked into a smile, revealing beautifully white teeth.
"They don't call you Jack of Spades for nothing. The man with a shovel in the trunk."
Karch let it go. He remembered something and tapped his jacket below the breast pocket.
"I've got the eight K she paid him for the equipment. Minus my expenses. I'll leave it on the desk."
"That's good, Jack. And guess what, I've got something for you. We've got a name, too."
Karch looked at him.
"Martin was the insider?"
Grimaldi nodded.
"He acted dumb but we eventually got it out of him. He gave us everything but the girl's name because he didn't know it. So with what you got we have the whole picture."
"Which is what?"
"The thing was set up by a guy in L.A. named Leo Renfro. He connected with Martin and then he procured the girl for the job. He's the middle man on this thing."
"How'd he know Martin?"
"He didn't. He was put in touch with Martin."
"How?"
"That's where it gets dicey. Turns out Martin kept an eye out for Chicago. When he was at the Nugget a few years back he was Joey Marks's ear. When Marks and his crew got taken down by the bureau, things scattered and Martin left the Nugget and started here with a new slate. Of course, I didn't know any of this history when I hired him. Anyway, like I said, he didn't know this guy Renfro. But when he sees Hidalgo raking in the cash at the baccarat table and then going up to his room every night with that handcuff case, he figured there was a nice score to be made. He tipped Chicago and they put him together with this Leo Renfro to set it up."
Karch was barely listening. The mention of Chicago, of the so-called Outfit's involvement in the caper, was causing blood to pound in his ears. His hands tightened into fists.
"Hey, Jack, you still with me?"
Karch nodded.
"I'm here."
"Look, I know what happened with your father and all… I just wanted you to see all the cards, you know?"
"Thank you, Vincent. You sure Martin was only working off what he saw the mark win? He didn't know about the two and a half?"
Grimaldi stepped a little closer to him. There was a humorless smile on his face.
"Let's just say that we questioned him closely and extensively on that point. And the answer is he didn't know. Chicago didn't know. It was just a casino score. It was like you said, Jack. I made a mistake giving the guy a draw. He turned it into more money and it drew sharks. Martin and his Chicago people. Everybody involved in this thing works for Chicago."
Karch just nodded and kept his lips tightly together.
"So if the girl's from L.A. now and Renfro's from L.A., then that's where the money is. You have to get over there and get it before they turn it over to Chicago."
"They probably already have it by now, Vincent."
"Maybe, maybe not. She killed the guy in his bed. Maybe they want to check the heat on it before they make any further moves. We have to get over there and be sure. Besides, even if they passed the money on, I want these people dealt with. Due diligence. You know the score."
Grimaldi looked at his watch.
"But I think we still have a shot at the money. Six hours into this and we've already got the whole story. You get over there and get the money. You have a line on the girl?"
"Not yet. If she came in from L.A. that means she probably jumped parole. I could check to make sure but that would leave an official trail. I don't think you want that yet, Vincent."
"I don't. So hold that as a last resort. Maybe you should start with Renfro, go from there."