‘Listen,’ she called as he turned to leave again. ‘I gotta go home and try to sort this mess out, but maybe we could have a drink some other time.’ She very expertly slipped Hunter a folded napkin. ‘Your call.’ She closed the whole thing with a sexy wink and walked out of the bar.
‘You’ve gotta be kidding me,’ Garcia whispered again.
Sixty-Three
Friday night, and The Airliner on North Broadway was pretty much packed to capacity. The spacious up-market dance club and lounge was decked out in a ‘don’t tax the imagination too hard’ airline motif, but certainly served a much finer selection of booze than any US Airways economy flight. With two large and well-equipped bars, a bumpin’ dance floor, a plush lounge area and some of Los Angeles’ hottest DJs, The Airliner was certainly up there with the best LA clubs, attracting a diverse clientele of Angelinos and tourists alike. And that was why Eddie Mills loved going there.
Eddie was a lowlife, small-time crook, who’d got caught with one-and-a-half kilos of cocaine while driving through Redondo Beach. In prison he met Guri Krasniqi, an Albanian crime ringleader. Krasniqi was never coming out of prison, but he still ran his empire from inside, and got Eddie hooked up with his people when he was released from the California State Prison in Lancaster two years ago.
Eddie was standing by the upstairs bar, sipping champagne. He was so distracted, watching a shorthaired brunette set the dance floor alight, that he didn’t even notice the six-foot-one, heavy-set man who’d come up next to him at the bar.
‘Jesus!’ Eddie almost jumped out of his skin when the heavy hand landed on his right shoulder.
‘Wazzup, Eddie?’
Eddie turned and faced the shaved headed man. ‘Tito?’ He squinted as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. ‘Goddamn, cuz. Wazzup with you?’ Eddie’s lips broke into a sparkling, shining white smile and he opened his arms wide.
Tito smiled back and they hugged like long-lost brothers.
‘When the hell did you get out?’ Eddie asked.
‘Paroled eleven months ago.’
‘No shit?’
‘No shit, homey.’
‘So how you doin’, dawg?’ Eddie took a step back to assess his friend. ‘By the looks of you, you’re doing well. Where the hell have you been living, in a cake shop?’
‘Hey, a man’s gotta eat, you know?’
‘Yeah, I can see that. A man’s gotta stop eating as well, before he bursts.’
‘Screw you. At least I don’t get to eat that goo they served back in Lanc.’
‘I’ll drink to that.’ Eddie lifted his glass.
‘What the hell?’ Tito pulled a face. ‘Champagne? Really? I guess someone is doing well.’
‘Hey man, only the best, cuz. Have some.’ Eddie signaled the barman over and asked for a second champagne flute.
‘You’re looking fly,’ Tito said, raising his glass for a toast. ‘To being out and staying out.’
Eddie accepted with a head-nod. ‘Thanks, man.’ He ran a hand down his tie. ‘This is Armani, you know?’ He nodded at his suit. ‘I make this shit look good, don’t I?’
‘Yeah, very slick,’ Tito agreed.
They shot the breeze for an hour or so, reminiscing about their time in the slammer. Eddie told Tito that he was working for a foreign outfit, being as evasive as he could. Tito had no intention of pushing it. To disguise the real reason he was at The Airliner, Tito kept dropping names sporadically, asking Eddie if he knew what became of certain inmates –
‘Say, Eddie, how about Ken?’ He could swear he saw Eddie tense for an instant.
Eddie finished the rest of his champagne, his eyes fixed on Tito. ‘Ken? The dude got out, didn’t he? No parole, served the long run too.’
‘Did he?’ Tito played dumb.
‘Yeah, got out about six months ago.’
‘That guy was the epitome of a bad motherfucker.’ Tito laughed nervously. ‘Have you been in touch?’
‘Nah, man, I just heard he was out. He’s got his own issues to deal with. Things he wanted to get done when he got out, you feel me?’
‘Like what?’
‘Damned if I know. Maybe he wanted to get back at whoever got him inside in the first place. But I pity whoever it is he’s got a beef with.’
‘Damn straight. Didn’t he use to share with that Albanian badass dude? That Guri character? You know him, don’t you? I saw you talking to him a few times.’
‘I talked to a lot of people when I was inside, so did you. It helps pass the time.’ Eddie played it down.
Tito nodded. ‘Do you think Ken is back dealing again? That’s what he used to do before he got busted, wasn’t it? Maybe he teamed up with the Albanians. I hear they run a tight operation.’
Eddie reassessed Tito with a doubtful eye. ‘’Sup, cuz, you looking for a job or something? Or you just looking to score some shit?’
‘No, man, I’m good.’ Tito ran a hand over his shaved head.
Eddie nodded. ‘Uh-huh. So why are you so interested in Ken? Did he owe you money or something? If he did, just let it go, bro. It ain’t worth it, you dig?’