Chapter 15
Marsha and Helen joined Terry for dinner.
"Damn!" Helen exploded. "I can't sit with you during the special," she informed Terry. "Leona assigned me to one of the guests. And I have to be with him during the special."
"Same with me," Marsha complained. "I tried to beg off but Leona said every girl would be needed for tonight. Some of the girls will have to take care of two guests instead of one. I'm glad I got out of that assignment."
"It looks like we've got a new guest," Helen said, looking up.
Two men walked past their table. Terry looked up, recognized Ira Simeon. The other man wore fatigues.
"He's no guest," Terry said. "He works for this crowd. Who's the other man?"
"That's Tailspin Tommy, one of the pilots," Marsha said. "I guess he just flew this joker in."
They finished their dinner and got up to leave. "We'll have to join the guys we've been assigned to," Helen said. She looked at Terry with longing. "But tomorrow is another day, baby." She and Marsha moved away.
Terry walked into the corridor and bumped into Leona.
"I have to talk to you," Leona said. "Sure."
She took his arm and led him outside. They walked around the grounds, passed the swimming pool. "The boss man is dead," she informed Terry.
"You mean Elvis?" He tried to put surprise into his voice. "What happened?"
"You shot him."
"What?"
"You heard me," Leona said. "I followed you to the Marshal's office."
"Why didn't you tell Gall?"
"I hate him. I told you that."
"Did you know Elvis was Marshal of Fleetwood?" Terry said.
"No. I just found it out. Gall called me into his office, told me about Elvis getting shot and how Elvis had been Marshal. Everything is up in the air right now. One of the boys from the east just flew in. I guess he's here to straighten things out."
"He's a bit dumb for something like that," Terry said.
"What are you going to do?"
"I have to get away."
"They don't know you did it."
"They'll find out I have to get away anyway."
"To report to somebody?"
"Yes," he said.
"Can I help?"
"You'll be getting in pretty deep," he warned. "Anything to stop Gall. You have no idea how I hate that man."
"You're part of the setup," Terry said. "You're liable to get a stretch."
"I'll take my chances, Terry. What do I have to do?"
"Get a message to the Treasury Boys. Mention the name Levine, and give thet exact location of the Den of Iniquity."
"All right, Terry," she said, squeezing his arm
"Afterwards."
"What do you mean, afterwards?"
"First we're going to see the special," she said. "Then we're going to your room. You're going to cure me of my revulsion of sex."
"What if I don't want to play?"
"You have no choice," she told him. "And you know it."
Terry was anxious to get the information to the Tresaury Department, but he couldn't deny that the thought of throwing one into Leona was exciting. The added danger of being discovered only heightened the excitement.