Standing by the window that looked down on the smoking patio where the murder had occurred was the Georgian bartender, wearing a starched white shirt, a black bow tie, and black pants. His wavy black hair was even thicker than Cosmo’s and he had a square, dark jaw that no razor could ever shave clean. He nodded to Cosmo.
Dmitri smiled that unreadable smile and said, “The happen-ink guy is here! Please to meet Mr. Grushin, Cosmo. And show to him your goods for sale.”
“I have some sample,” Cosmo said, and Dmitri’s smile faded and his face seemed to grow pale around the corners of his mouth. So Cosmo quickly added, “All other diamonds downstairs with Ilya. Not to worry, brother.”
“I do not worry,” Dmitri said, smiling again. “Why are you so injured?”
“I shall explain after,” Cosmo said. Then he removed a plastic sandwich bag from his jacket pocket and poured out two rings, three sets of earrings, and five loose diamonds onto Dmitri’s desk.
Mr. Grushin got up and walked to the desk. The Georgian pulled the client chair close so he could sit. Mr. Grushin took a jeweler’s loupe from his pocket and examined each item under the light of the desk lamp and when he was through nodded to Dmitri, got up, and left the office.
“I may see money now, brother?” Cosmo said.
Dmitri opened the top desk drawer and withdrew three large stacks of currency, placing them on the desk in front of him. He did not ask Cosmo to sit.
“Okay, my friend,” Dmitri said. “Tell me of ATM. And when I shall receive my half of money you got from there.”
Cosmo felt the dampness under his arms, and his palms were wet when he pointed his uninjured hand at the Georgian and said, “He gave us a no-good car. The car die when we leave ATM!”
The Georgian said something quickly in Russian to Dmitri that Cosmo couldn’t understand, then turned a scowl toward Cosmo and said, “You lie! The car is good car. I drove car. You lie.”
Now Cosmo felt his stomach gurgle and his bowels rumble and he said, “No, Dmitri. This Georgian, he lie! We have to drive the car away from ATM and park at the house of guy I know. We almost get caught by police!”
“You lie!” the Georgian said, taking a menacing step toward Cosmo until Dmitri held up his hand and stopped him.
“Enough,” Dmitri said to both men.
“I tell you truth, brother,” Cosmo said. “I swear.”
“Now, Cosmo, where is money from ATM?” Dmitri asked.
“The man where we must take no-good car, his woman steal our money and run away from her man. But not to worry. We shall find her. We get money.”
“This man,” Dmitri said calmly, “he does not know noth-ink of me? Noth-ink of the Gulag?”
“No, brother!” Cosmo said. “Never!”
“And what of this man? What is his name?”
“Farley Ramsdale,” Cosmo said. “He is addict.”
Dmitri looked in disbelief at Cosmo, then at the Georgian and back to Cosmo, and said, “You leave my money with addict?”
“No choice, brother!” Cosmo said. “This Georgian give us car that don’t run. And Farley not at home so we got to hide car in his garage and hide money under his house. But goddamn addict woman, she find it and run away!”
Cosmo’s mouth was dry as sand now and it made a popping sound each time his lips opened. The Georgian was glaring at him dangerously but Cosmo could hardly take his eyes from the thirty-five thousand dollars. It was a bigger pile of money than he’d imagined.
“Go get Ilya,” Dmitri said. “Brink her up and I buy you drinks and we complete diamond deal and you tell me how you catch addict woman and tell me when you goink to get me my money from ATM.”
This was the moment he dreaded. This is what Ilya said he must do regardless of the outcome. Cosmo swallowed twice and said, “No, brother. I take money now and your Georgian come with me down to the bar and Ilya go to bathroom and get diamonds from safe place and give to this Georgian. Lot of peoples down there. Safe for everybody.”
Dmitri laughed out loud at that and said, “Cosmo, is information on TV and in newspaper correct? How much you find in the box?”
“Ninety-three thousands,” Cosmo said.
“TV lady say hundred thousand,” Dmitri said, “but never mind, I believe you. So this mean you owe to me forty-six thousand and five hundred dollars and I owe to you thirty-five thousand dollars. So we do mathematics and we discover eleven thousand, five hundred dollars you owe to me. And the diamonds, too. Is very simple, no?”
Cosmo was dripping sweat now. His shirt was soaked and he kept wiping his palms on his trousers, standing there like a child, looking down at this Russian pervert and up at the Georgian thug standing beside him. And he wanted badly just to touch the Beretta, cold against the sweat on his back.
Cosmo said, “Please to give me three minute to explain how the car this Georgian steal for us is reason for every problem!”
The Oracle was very surprised to see the detective car parked in the red zone on the east side of the nightclub, where he too was forced to park, the packed parking lot being an impossibility. He wondered which detective was in there and why. As he was walking toward the door, a black-and-white slowed and stopped and Fausto gave a short toot to get his attention. The Oracle walked over to the curb, bent down, and said, “I won’t be long, Fausto.”
“Want some company?” Budgie said. “I’ve never been inside one of these Russian glam palaces.”
“Okay, but we’ll scare the crap outta them,” the Oracle said. “There’s already a detective team in there.”
“For what?” Fausto said.
“Maybe the murder the other night,” the Oracle said. “Five cops? They’ll think they’re back in the USSR.”
When the Oracle entered, followed by Fausto and Budgie, he spotted Andi and Brant standing back by the restrooms talking to a guy in a tuxedo who the Oracle figured might be the manager Andrei.
The decibel level was astounding and multicolored lights and strobes were playing all over the dance-floor pit, where couples, mostly young, were “get-tink down,” as Dmitri called it. From her seat at the end of the bar, Ilya couldn’t see the three uniformed cops who entered and headed toward a narrow corridor by the kitchen. The Oracle, Fausto, and Budgie attracted some attention but not much, and they surprised the detectives.
Andi had to shout over the music. “What’re you doing here? Don’t tell me there’s another murder on the patio I haven’t heard about?”
The Oracle said to the unhappy-looking guy in the tuxedo, “Are you Andrei?”
“Yes,” the manager said.
“We’ll give you cuts in line with this one,” Andi said to the Oracle. “We’re waiting to see Dmitri, the proprietor.”
The Oracle said to Andrei, “I need to have a chat with you and get your name and address. I’ll explain when we get to a quiet place, if such a thing exists around here.” Then, with a wink at Andi, he indicated Fausto and Budgie and said to Andrei, “These two’re my bodyguards. I take them with me wherever I go.”
Andrei had a what-else-can-go-wrong look on his face then. Just as something else was about to go very wrong.
Dmitri’s eyes were half closed as Cosmo glossed over the aftermath of the ATM robbery, leaving out his confrontation tonight with Farley Ramsdale.
And when Cosmo was through, Dmitri said, “You had to shoot the guard?”
“Yes, Dmitri,” Cosmo said. “He did not give up money like you say.”
Dmitri shrugged and said, “Sometimes information on enemy is not correct. Ask President Bush.”
Cosmo was getting his hopes built until Dmitri turned to the Georgian and said, “Okay, maybe is a little piece of truth about the car. Maybe the car is not so good as you think.”
“Dmitri!” the Georgian said, but he saw the look in Dmitri’s eye and stopped his protest.