“Hope you brought money and luck with you,” he said cheerily.
“I sure did,” she replied.
The man walked in after her, drawing even as they entered the expansive foyer. “Normally, I’m surrounded by pigs,” he said.
“Normally, so am I,” she said.
“Jason Parr,” the man said, offering her his hand, which was dry and callused. “I raise hogs all year until my vacation rolls around, and then I come here to Tunica and roll dice. I sure could use some luck, if you’ve got any to spare. As of last night, I’m down to my last two thousand hogs.”
“You’re playing craps?” Alexa asked. She was amazed that the place could be so busy so early.
“‘Playing’ isn’t the first word that springs to mind.”
“I’m sorry. Maybe your luck will change.”
“You ever played craps, Miss…?”
“Alexa Keen,” she said. “No, Mr. Parr. I never have.”
“Well,” the smiling pig farmer said, “it’s about time you did. It’s a fascinating game.”
“I don’t know anything about gambling,” she said, giving him a once-over. “I just wanted to look around.”
“All you have to do is throw dice. I’ll do the rest. If I win, I’ll give you ten percent of whatever I get. And I’ll cover one hundred percent of the losses. It’s what they call a win/win situation, Mrs. Keen.”
“I’m not married. Call me Alexa. I can only play until I get a call from my boyfriend. Then I have to leave.”
“Okay, then, Alexa. Let’s you and me put a choke hold on the cashiers’ cage while you’re on the playground.”
Alexa saw Winter and Brad enter the casino and spotted a large man in a loose-cut suit holding a walkie-talkie and following them. He was built like a pineapple and his face was red from exertion. When he shouted, Winter and Brad turned at the sound of his voice. Based on Brad’s description, Alexa figured he was Albert White, the head of casino security.
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As Winter and Brad entered the casino, Alexa walked ahead of them, beside a beefy red-haired man who talked with his hands waving in the air. Alexa was smiling at him, probably using him as cover.
“Sheriff,” a voice behind them called out. “Hold up!”
Brad and Winter turned and waited for Albert White. Winter hadn’t seen Albert outside, but there he was coming up behind them, his face as red as if he’d been running a city block after a bus.
Winter turned and saw Alexa walking away, the man’s arm making dice-shaking motions. Alexa put her hand behind her back and waggled her fingers to say good-bye.
“What brings you fellows back out?” Albert asked, smiling tentatively as he mopped his brow with a handkerchief.
“We need to talk to Mr. Mulvane,” Brad said.
“Mr. Mulvane is a very busy man,” White said. “You should have called first. He has a guest arriving shortly and he’s tied up with last-minute details.”
“A VIP?” Brad asked, smiling. “A whale?”
“Yes. Exactly. In half an hour or less,” White said.
“Now is good,” Winter said.
White turned angry eyes on Winter and frowned. “I was talking to the sheriff.”
Brad said, “It’s official county business.”
“Let me call him and see if he has a minute,” White said, lifting his cell phone.
“We’ll need more like ten minutes,” Brad said.
White clipped his radio to his belt, and took out his cell phone to make a call. “Mr. Mulvane, sorry to disturb you, but Sheriff Barnett and a deputy are down in the lobby. They want to talk to you for a few minutes.” White listened to whatever Mulvane was saying for several seconds, nodding.
“I explained that to them. Yes, sir, I’ll escort them upstairs,” White said, closing the phone.
“After you,” Brad said.
Albert White led them through the casino. As they walked, Winter scanned the crowd scattered around the playing floor on either side of the wide aisle.
Albert White’s size made the private elevator ride to the executive office suites a close affair.
Albert led them into a mirrored foyer and down the hall to a door marked GENERAL MANAGER. An attractive young woman with dirty blonde hair, a pink ribbon lapel pin, and a wide smile sat at the desk in the reception area. The nameplate on her desk read JANICE PRITCHETT, EXECUTIVE ASSISTANT.
“Mr. Mulvane is expecting you,” she chirped.
Albert led them to the hand-carved door and knocked firmly.
“Enter!” a booming voice called from inside.
As Brad and Massey came in, Pierce stood and rushed to greet them, wearing an expression Winter had seen car salesmen put on as they came out from their showrooms to welcome potential customers.
“An unexpected pleasure,” Mulvane said jovially. “I am so sorry I can only give you a few minutes. Any moment now I have a VIP arriving that I have to welcome personally. Sheriff Barnett, it’s a pleasure to see you again.”
“This is Deputy Winter Massey,” Brad said.
“Please have a seat.” After they sat, Mulvane went around the desk and made a show of gathering the papers and files into one stack, which he dropped into a desk drawer. Winter suspected the papers had been placed there in the minutes before they arrived.
“The work is never done,” Mulvane said, shrugging. “What can I do for you?”
“It seems clear,” Brad said, “that Jack Beals killed Sherry Adams.”
“That was the young girl’s name?” Pierce said, looking at Albert White.
“Yes,” White said.
“Tragic,” Pierce said, losing the smile and furrowing his brow sympathetically. “Such a terrible waste of life.”
Brad said, “What we can’t figure out is why Beals did it. What could possibly have put him on the Gardner plantation, and what was his motive for killing a young girl?”
“You don’t presume to imagine I could know what was in a killer’s mind. I’m not a psychiatrist…or a psychic,” Mulvane said.
“Are you familiar with the Gardners, Mr. Mulvane?” Winter asked. “Jacob. Leigh is his ex-wife who owns Six Oaks.”
“I’m not a local,” Mulvane said. “We have hundreds of locals who gamble in our establishment. The name does seem familiar. Do you know them, Albert?”
“I am familiar with Jacob Gardner. He is here on occasion. You may have met him. He is very friendly. Outgoing, I’d say.”
“Does he ever win?” Brad asked.
“I’m not sure,” Albert said, shrugging. “You’d have to ask him.”
“Naturally, Sheriff, we do not discuss our customers or their personal affairs,” Mulvane said. “Our clients expect a level of discretion.”
“Mr. Mulvane, you’re obviously a very busy man who doesn’t seem to have any idea what is going on. Maybe we should go back and talk to Jacob Gardner,” Winter said. “He told us that he knows you.”
Mulvane shrugged.
“I’m sure Gardner can clear it up for us,” Winter said.
Pierce’s smile was eroding. “Maybe that would be your best course,” he said weakly.
“See, we’ve been wondering if the death of Sherry Adams could possibly have something to do with a piece of land that Leigh Gardner owns. We had the impression that you are interested in acquiring her acreage,” Winter said.
Mulvane said, “Why would I know anything about her land?”
“Because it’s surrounded by land that your parent corporation RRI has been buying over the past few months to build a major resort. Jacob told Leigh you made her an offer through him,” Winter said.
When Winter said the word resort, Mulvane’s face twitched.
“We’re not saying the two things are connected,” Brad said. “We’re just looking at everything that comes to our attention as we investigate.”
“You can see where the timing of the killing, Beals’s connection to your casino, his own death, and the land you need so desperately…” Winter let the last word hang in the air between them.
A ringing phone saved Mulvane for the moment. He grabbed his cell out of his pocket and answered it, raising a finger to put Winter on hold. “Yes, Tug? Seven minutes.” He closed the phone. “Gentlemen,” he said. “My guest is arriving. If we need to continue this, it will have to be at a later time. Look, I can’t discuss RRI business in progress with anyone outside the organization. The land you mentioned…well, it’s a delicate negotiation, and since you know about it, fine.” He opened his hands as he stood. “We have been trying to acquire it from Mr. Gardner for a long while. We discovered that Mr. Gardner does not in fact own it, so we asked him to tender a very, very generous offer to his ex-wife. As far as I know, this has no connection to anything else that has happened. Our project will bring hundreds of jobs and hundreds of millions of dollars in tax monies into the state. The project represents an operation unparalleled in this county. Which I hope will stay between us until it is announced.”