Wurtzburger continued, “I tend to believe my superiors, so this will be a voluntary association, Robie, and nothing more than that. The last thing we need is for Feds to be duking it out with each other.”
“Agreed.”
“We understand that Sherman Clancy’s house was set on fire either last night or early this morning.”
“I heard that, too.”
“Did you hear any more than that?”
“I might have.”
“Can you enlighten us?”
“Pete Clancy is trying to follow in his father’s footsteps with his casino partners. This apparently did not sit too well with some of them. They paid Pete a visit at his house. I happened to coincidentally stop by at the same time. They were giving Pete a hard time and I politely asked them to back off.”
“And did they?”
“Surprisingly, they did.”
Wurtzburger’s expression was one of healthy skepticism. “Right. Did you kill any of them?”
“No. If I had that would have required me to report it to the police.”
“Did you injure any of them?”
“Not permanently,” said Robie. “Except maybe for two. It was hard to tell. It was dark and things happened a bit fast. I didn’t wait around to triage them.”
“I can understand that. Where is Pete Clancy now?”
“He was not as grateful as one would have expected, so he drove off in his Porsche. He might be a long way away by now. If he’s smart, that is. But he might not be smart.”
“And these folks burned down the house?” asked Wurtzburger.
“I wasn’t there when that happened. But if I had to guess, they would have burned it down after they finished looking for what they wanted.”
“Which was what exactly?”
“They said Pete had sent some e-mails to them that evidenced he knew things about them that his father had known. They weren’t pleased about that. And they voiced that displeasure. They wanted him to show them what he had in the way of documentation backing up his position of knowledge. They threatened him with an acid bath unless he complied.”
“And a quick bullet if he did?” said Wurtzburger.
“Yes.”
“Could you ID these men?”
“Probably. But I doubt they’ll be available for a lineup.”
“Can you give us descriptions?”
“I can.”
Robie took a minute to do so while one of the agents wrote it down.
“What sorts of things do you think they were looking for?” asked Wurtzburger when Robie was finished.
“Probably anything that had to do with their businesses. The Rebel Yell makes a lot of money. Apparently a lot more than the other casinos. So maybe they have more product lines in addition to the cards and chips.”
“Local scuttlebutt again?”
“It’s amazing what you hear if you just listen around this place. Folks love to talk.”
“Have you told anyone else about this?”
“No,” lied Robie.
“What you found out could be a great motive for killing Sherman Clancy. Which might mean your old man gets off the hook.”
“That had occurred to me,” said Robie.
“But keep in mind that if you screwed with the casino boys they’re going to want retribution. And they probably already know who you are.”
“I agree, on both points.”
“You want some protection? I can spare an agent.”
“I think you have your hands full. I’m good. But thanks.”
“Change your mind, give me a call.”
“I’ll do that.”
As Robie was getting out of the car Wurtzburger said, “I can understand that you’re probably very good at what you do, but nobody’s invulnerable.”
“I’ve never thought otherwise,” replied Robie.
Chapter
34
Robie had taken out five twenties from his wallet and under cover of passing her a napkin slipped them to her.
She counted them unobtrusively and placed them in her pocket.
“I could just leave now and not tell you anythin’. And if you tried to stop me I’d say you were tryin’ to pay me to give you a blowjob or somethin’.”
“I guess you could,” said Robie evenly. “And I could tell your father all about it. He already told me Janet and Sara were sluts. Why not just make it all three? You’re thirteen, right? I’m sure he’d be great to live with for the next five years.”
Emma stared at him with emotionless eyes, took a sip of coffee, then leaned forward. “Janet told me she was goin’ to meet someone that night.”