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The Gate House :: Demille Nelson
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“I’ll meet you there.”
“Okay. It’ll just be us.” Anthony reminded me, “You don’t want to mention the time and place to anybody.”
I looked at him, and our eyes met. I nodded, and he said, “Good.”
I started to open the door, but Anthony said, “Just a sec.” He pulled out his cell phone, speed-dialed, and said, “Yeah. Ready.” He hung up and asked me, “You want to come out and say hello to Tony?”
I wouldn’t have minded some fresh air, but as I learned at Giulio’s, it’s a good rule not to stand too close to anyone who needs a bodyguard, so I said, “Perhaps another time.”
He apparently needed a minute to be sure he wouldn’t be standing alone on a dark road, so to pass the time, he asked me, “How come you haven’t seen her?”
“I’m busy.”
“Yeah? Is she busy? She got a boyfriend?”
“I have no idea.”
He looked at me and surprised me with a deep philosophical insight by saying, “This is all pretty fucked up, isn’t it?”
I didn’t reply.
His cell phone rang, and he glanced at the display but did not answer. He said to me, “Thanks for your time.”
I opened the door and said, “Thank you for stopping by.”
He smiled and said, “Hey, you looked like you saw a ghost.”
“You have your father’s eyes.”
“Yeah?” He put out his hand, and we shook. He said, “See you Wednesday.”
He walked out into the chill air, and I watched him go through the small postern gate and out to the road where Tony stood beside a big black SUV of some sort. What happened to the Cadillacs? The SUV was running, but its headlights were off, and Tony had his left hand on the door handle and his right hand under his jacket.
Some of this was a little melodramatic, I thought, but you might as well follow the drill. You just never know. Then, I thought, maybe there’s an open contract out on Anthony Bellarosa. And I’m having dinner with this guy?
Before the boys completed the drill, I closed the door and went back into the dining room, where I poured myself a cup of cognac.
“Right. Pretty fucked up.
“I’ll meet you there.”
“Okay. It’ll just be us.” Anthony reminded me, “You don’t want to mention the time and place to anybody.”
I looked at him, and our eyes met. I nodded, and he said, “Good.”
I started to open the door, but Anthony said, “Just a sec.” He pulled out his cell phone, speed-dialed, and said, “Yeah. Ready.” He hung up and asked me, “You want to come out and say hello to Tony?”
I wouldn’t have minded some fresh air, but as I learned at Giulio’s, it’s a good rule not to stand too close to anyone who needs a bodyguard, so I said, “Perhaps another time.”
He apparently needed a minute to be sure he wouldn’t be standing alone on a dark road, so to pass the time, he asked me, “How come you haven’t seen her?”
“I’m busy.”
“Yeah? Is she busy? She got a boyfriend?”
“I have no idea.”
He looked at me and surprised me with a deep philosophical insight by saying, “This is all pretty fucked up, isn’t it?”
I didn’t reply.
His cell phone rang, and he glanced at the display but did not answer. He said to me, “Thanks for your time.”
I opened the door and said, “Thank you for stopping by.”
He smiled and said, “Hey, you looked like you saw a ghost.”
“You have your father’s eyes.”
“Yeah?” He put out his hand, and we shook. He said, “See you Wednesday.”
He walked out into the chill air, and I watched him go through the small postern gate and out to the road where Tony stood beside a big black SUV of some sort. What happened to the Cadillacs? The SUV was running, but its headlights were off, and Tony had his left hand on the door handle and his right hand under his jacket.
Some of this was a little melodramatic, I thought, but you might as well follow the drill. You just never know. Then, I thought, maybe there’s an open contract out on Anthony Bellarosa. And I’m having dinner with this guy?
Before the boys completed the drill, I closed the door and went back into the dining room, where I poured myself a cup of cognac.
“Right. Pretty fucked up.