Authors: Robert Randisi

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âHello?'

âEddie?'

âThat's right.'

â'ey, how you doin'?' the voice asked. A familiar voice, too, one I wasn't expecting to hear. âYou know who this is?'

âYeah, I know, Moâ'

âNo names!' Sam âMomo' Giancana growled.

SIXTY-THREE

G
iancana told me to get to a phone I felt secure with and call him back. To me that meant nothing in Jack's office, and nothing in the Sands. In fact, nothing in any casino. I told him I'd get to a pay phone, hung up and left the casino. I walked a couple of blocks to a phone booth outside a gift shop. But before I called Momo back, I called Jerry.

âNo, Mr G., I didn't call Mr Giancana. But I called some guys who work for him. They said the two dead guys wasn't with any crew. They freelanced, but they wasn't really good enough to be with a real crew.'

âWell, somehow Momo heard about it,' I said. âAnd he wants to talk to me about Danny.'

âDid Danny go to Chicago?'

âI don't know, probably.'

âMaybe he got himself in trouble again,' he said, referring to Danny's problems earlier in the year.

âWell,' I said, âI guess there's only one way to find out.'

âLet me know what happens, Mr G.,' he said. It sounded like Momo Giancana even made Big Jerry nervous.

I hung up and dialed Giancana, who I assumed was waiting by a secure line.

He picked up on the second ring.

âWhat took ya so long?' he asked. It wasn't a demand, just curiosity.

âI had to find a phone booth,' I said. âWhat can I do for you, Mr Giancana?'

âIt has come to my attention that you've had some trouble with a couple of boys from Chicago.'

âUm, well, that's not really somethin' I'd want to confirm, right now.'

âHey, Eddie,' he said, âyou're talkin' ta me, not the cops,
Capice
?'

âYeah, I understand, butâ'

âLemme tell you what I know,' he said, cutting me off. âYou're tryin' ta help out Ava Gardner, who's had some problems of her own, but now your problems and hers are the same. Hey, ya know what?'

âWhat?'

âWe can't be doin' this over the phone. You come here to Chicago, we'll go have some dinner, hit the Ambassador, and see if we can't solve everybody's problems. Maybe catch Sammy at the Chez Paree.'

âYou want me to come to see you?'

âSure. Is that a problem? Jack Entratter gives ya time off, don't he?'

âWell, sureâ'

âI mean, like when ya gotta help Frank and Dino?'

âYes.'

âSo ya fly out here and I'll see ya tomorrow. Somebody'll pick you up at O'Hare.'

âUh, Mr Giancanaâ'

âHey, just call me Momo, hah?'

âOK, Momo, did you say something to the desk clerk about Danny Bardini?'

âOh, your buddy the P.I.? Yeah, he's my guest. He was askin' some questions and it got back ta me. Also, I heard Jerry Epstein was makin' some calls and me, I talked to Jack Entratter. Ay, I'm gettin' it from all sides. But you, you're the horses mout', so I figured I'd get the story straight from you.'

âI see.'

âSo I'll see ya tomorrow, Eddie G.,' Momo said. âFirst flight inna mornin', hah?'

âIf I can get on it I'llâ'

âYou try,' he said, before hanging up, âreal hard.'

I thought it over for a while before I finally called Frank in Tahoe. I didn't know if he was still there, didn't know if he was in his cabin, but I was leaving it up to fate. If he answered, I'd ask him what I was thinking of asking him.

He answered.

âHey, Frank, it's Eddie.'

âWhat's up? Ava OK?'

âSo far,' I said, âbut I just got off the phone with Momo. He wants me to come to Chicago.'

âWhy?'

âBecause I've been askin' questions about some Chicago button men,' I said.

âThere are some assholes from Chicago after Ava?' Frank asked. âIs that what you're tryin' to tell me?'

âI'm still lookin' into it, Frank, but I've got a question for you.'

âWhat's that?'

âMomo,' I said. âHe seems to have Danny. Do I have any reason not to go and see him?'

Frank hesitated before answering.

âIf he wanted Danny dead, he's dead already, Eddie,' he said. âIf he wanted you dead, you'd be dead, too. I don't think he'd invite you â he did invite you, didn't he?'

âSort of.'

âYeah, well, I don't think he'd invite you to Chicago to bump you off. Is that what you're worried about?'

âThat's it.'

âI'd say go,' Frank said, âbut I've got some help for you, if you want it.'

âI want it.'

âOK,' he said. âI'll make a callÂ .Â .Â .'

SIXTY-FOUR

A
fter hanging up on Frank I went back to the Sands. I had a few things to do before flying to Chicago. Jack Entratter agreed to get me on a flight, and cover for me if Hargrove came sniffing around while I was away.

I called Jerry and told him and Ava that I wouldn't be driving out the next morning because I was going to Chicago.

âI should go with ya, Mr G.,' Eddie said, sounding worried.

âThat's OK, Jerry. Those guys weren't sent by Momo, right?'

âThat's the word I got,' Jerry said. âBut I still don't know who did send 'em.'

âWell,' I said, âmaybe Momo can tell me.'

âWait, Miss Ava wants to talk to ya.'

When Ava came on I could hear the anger in her tone.

âEddie, except for those lousy hours I have a perfect memory. And I have never had anything to do with Sam Giancana. I hate that animal.'

âBut he and Frank are friends.'

âThat was something Frank and I always argued about,' she said. âI didn't like his mob friends. You be careful. That man is vicious.'

âI'll be OK, Ava,' I said. âI had a sit down with Momo once before, and I walked away from that alive.'

âThat's only because he let you,' she said. âDon't get over-confident.'

âBelieve me, Ava,' I said, âwhen dealin' with these people I am anything but over-confident.'

She put Jerry back on the line.

âGimme a call from Chicago, Mr G.Â .Â .Â . if you can.'

âI like your optimism, Jerry. Keep your eyes open.'

âGotcha, Mr G.'

When I got off the plane at O'Hare the crush of humanity reminded me of New York airports. A nervous feeling erupted in the pit of my stomach which had more to do with me never wanting to go back to Brooklyn to see my family. I had to do it earlier in the year when my mother died, but that convinced me never again. If anybody else in my family died they could send me a postcard and tell me about it.

I went to the baggage claim to grab my suitcase and headed for the exit. I hadn't reached it when I saw a man standing with a piece of cardboard with âEDDIE G.' written on it. He had wide-shoulders stuffed into a cheap suit, stood about five-five. He looked like an ice box in pinstripes.

âI'm Eddie G.,' I said, standing in front of him.

He lowered the cardboard, looked me up and down.

âYou want I.D.?' I asked.

âMr Giancana says I should bring ya.'

âBring me where? Do I get to register at a hotel?'

âMr Giancana says to bring ya right away,' the goon said. âHe says maybe ya won't need a hotel room.'

He said that with no trace of humor in his eyes. There could only be two reasons I wouldn't need a hotel: if I was going home right away, orÂ .Â .Â . I didn't like the second one.

âWell, OK,' I said, looking around. âYou better bring me then.'

He nodded. I waited for him to take my suitcase, but he just turned and walked away. I was staring at his broad back when I heard my name.

âHey! Eddie G.. How you doin', babe?'

I turned and saw Sammy Davis Jr. walking toward me in that cool, bouncy way he had. Apparently, Frank had made that call he was talking about.

The ice box turned around and frowned.

âSammy Davis,' I said to him. âAn old friend of mine.'

Sammy reached me and we shook hands. He was as dapper as ever in a suit and tie.

âWhat's shakin', baby?' he asked. âWhataya doin' in the Windy City?'

âI'm on my way to see Sam Giancana,' I said. âHe invited me.'

âUncle Sam? I ain't seen him in a while. Mind if I tag along? I was supposed to meet somebody here, but they stood me up.'

I went along with the scam.

âIt's OK with me, Sam,' I said.

The ice box walked back to us.

âMr Giancana didn't say nothin' about him,' he said.

âHey, baby,' Sammy said to him. âMe and Uncle Sam go way back. Sam and Sam, ya know? Maybe you wanna call him and tell him you left me behind? Or how about we call my other good friend, Frank Sinatra? And we let him call Uncle Sam?'

Ice box stared at Sammy, then at me.

âCome on, man,' Sammy said to him. âJust drive.'

The wide man started to turn to walk away.

âHey!' Sammy shouted. âMy friend's bag!'

Ice Box turned, stared at Sammy, then picked up my bag. Carrying it, he headed for the exit.

âNice job,' I said to Sammy.

âThe Leader said not to take no for an answer,' Sammy said. âBesides it has been a while since I've seen Momo.'

âI appreciate this, Sam,' I said, as we slowly followed our driver.

âHey,' Sammy said, âthe worst that can happen is that Frank's wrong and Momo kills both of us.'

âYou got a gun?' I asked.

âNot this time, Eddie,' he said. âNot to see Momo. That would not be a good idea.'

We followed the Ice Box out the door and to the parking lot. He opened the trunk of a black Chevy and put the suitcase inside, then got behind the wheel. I got in the back, and then so did Sammy.

Giancana's headquarters was in the Armory Lounge in a suburb of Forest Park. We pulled in front and got out. When I stopped at the trunk to get my suitcase the goon said, âUh-uh. You ain't gonna need it inside.'

We followed him into the building. Just inside the door we encountered two more men. Their suits cost a little more, fit a little better, but underneath they were cut from the same cloth.

âWhat's the nigger doin' here?' one of them asked.

âHey, baby,' Sammy said, good-naturedly, ânow that ain't kosher, ya know?'

âHe's friends with Mr Giancana,' our goon said.

âHands up,' one of the others said.

I raised my hands and he patted me down, checked the pockets of my sports jacket. I could smell something in the air, something cooking. It smelled really good.

âWhat is that?' I asked, sniffing the air.

âMr Giancana's sauce,' one of them said. âHe makes a batch in the kitchen every day.'

âOK,' the other one said. âHands down. He's clean.'

They did the same search on Sammy with the same results.

The one who met me at the airport said, âOK, come on.'

We followed him towards the back of a large room with lots of folding chairs in it, to a kitchen. Inside I saw Momo standing at a stove with an apron on over his suit. He was still wearing his Fedora, and dark glasses.

âHe's here, Mr Giancana,' the man said. âAnd he's clean.'

âOf course he's clean,' Momo said. âEddie's my guest. You frisked him?'

âThe boys thoughtâ'

â
Stupido!
Get out.'

âYessir.'

As the hood hurried out of the kitchen Momo looked at me, saw Sammy and smiled.

âHey, Sam,' he said.

âMomo.'

âYou the bodyguard?' Momo looked at me. âDid you think I was gonna snuff ya?'

I shrugged, not sure what I could say that wouldn't offend him.

âI'm sorry about the boys, Eddie,' he said. âThey're idiots, but they keep me safe.'

âI understand.'

He put a wooden spoon into the pot on the stove, took it out and extended it to me, keeping his other hand beneath it.

âTaste.'

âThat's OKâ'

âCome on, one taste. You don't want to insult me.'

âNo,' I said, âno, I wouldn't wanna do that.'

I let him put the tip of the spoon into my mouth. It was the best sauce I ever tasted. I wondered if he was going to ask Sammy to taste, but he didn't.

âYou got anything like that in Vegas?'

âNope.'

âTaste that garlic?' he asked. âAll my ingredients are natural.'

âIt's great.'

That made Momo happy.

âI'll give ya a couple of jars to take back home with ya.'

âJars?'

âYeah, I give it to family and friends. It's too good to keep it all for myself. Whataya like? Meat sauce? Marinara?'

âUh, marinara's fine.'

âOK,' Momo said, âyou got it.'

He went back to the stove and put the wooden spoon down, then picked up another one and stirred another pot.

âThe pasta's ready. Now we eat.'