Sliding onto a barstool,
“Sure thing.” Dave poured her a glass of bottled water and then looked at her with concern. “I wish you would tell me what’s wrong. I might be able to help.”
“Not yet. Just pray for me, okay?” Changing the subject with barely a pause,
“Yeah, I did. It looked good. What type of entertainment are you looking for?”
“I’m not sure yet — a band, a singer, a piano player? Whatever.”
“What’s the matter, Mrs. Cavelli?”
Panicking, she asked, “Where’s Vinny?”
“He left about fifteen minutes ago. He said he had an errand to run and he’d be back in an hour. Why?”
John walked over and sat down two stools away from
Dave poured the drink and dropped a healthy slice of lemon in the glass. “Will that be all, sir?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“That’ll be two bucks.”
John reached for his wallet, but then
“That’s very nice of you, Mrs. Cavelli,” John said, without looking her direction.
Dave walked down to the other end of the bar to serve another customer.
“Detective Nelson, what are you doing here? I thought I made myself quite clear when you were here earlier that I have nothing to say to you.”
“Yes, ma’am, you did. I thought that maybe you’d be more willing to talk to me if we were alone.” He took a drink from his glass. “I’ve been reading about you.”
“You’ve been investigating me?”
“No, I just wanted to learn more about you. It seems that you’re a kind woman with a good heart, and you help people.”
“Oh, I see.”
“So what puzzles me is how someone like you is married to a monster like Anthony Cavelli.”
“Look, this conversation is dangerous for both of us. Maybe you should leave.”
“I need your help. You can trust me.”
“I can’t trust anyone. Trust is expensive.” She paused then continued, “If I decide to help you, you need to understand that no one must know. I would be risking everything.”
“I promise. Does that mean you’ll help me?” John glanced at her. The possibility sent butterflies through his stomach.
“Look, I’m deadly serious. I need your word that you will keep this just between us, or else no deal. You can’t even tell your partner, understand?”
Without showing any of the emotions he was feeling, John responded simply, “Yeah, I understand. And I promise.”
“Now please leave before someone notices that I’m talking to you.”
“Thanks for the drink, Mrs. Cavelli.” John got up and started toward the door. As he stepped through it, he passed Vinny coming in. He tried to keep his head down, but he knew that Vinny had seen him. I hope this doesn’t cause her any trouble.
Vinny walked over to the bar and sat down next to
“You mean Detective Nelson.”
“Yes, how did you know?” she asked, as if surprised. “Did you see him?”
“Yes, I did. Is everything okay?”
“He came in for a drink. He sat over there. I think he just wants me to know that he’s watching me, to keep me on my toes.”
“Mrs. Cavelli, I would appreciate it if you didn’t mention this to the boss.”
“Why would you want me to keep something from him, Vinny?”
“Well, he told me to watch out for you, and if he finds out I left, even though it was just for a little while, I could get in a lot of trouble. I would appreciate it, ma’am, if we kept Detective Nelson’s little visit between us. Okay? I mean, nothing happened, right? You’re okay and all — no harm done.”
“I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble, Vinny. I don’t think this will be a problem. Besides, you’re right; it’s no big deal, anyway. This is a public place and anyone can come in for a drink. Right?”
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”
Vinny seemed appreciative that
Driving home, John started to smile to himself. He turned on the radio to relax.
He was so excited. This could be the break he’d been waiting for, and he wanted to make sure everything went smoothly. Seeing Anthony Cavelli in jail would bring this chapter of his life to a rather satisfying conclusion.
© Nadine Z. 2007