Masquerade 4

Masquerade

Part 4

Continued...

Taking a few moments to unpack his overnight bag, it struck him that it looked like Joey was just passing through, but that he was here to stay. His toothbrush, razor, and toothpaste was in the bathroom. His clothes in the small closet, and his books to read, puzzles to work and anything else he could think of to pass the time littered LaFiamma’s hospital room , while there was not even a change of clothes for his partner. Tomorrow he would try to stop by LaFiamma’s and pick up a few items.

For now he was just going to sit and wait, acclimating himself to the unfamiliar sounds of the whirring machinery that was helping to stabilize his partner. No, if he was honest Joey was not just his partner, he was his best friend. He needed him. Losing him would be the worst thing he could currently imagine. It would certainly be worse than having his body abused. Okay, raped, if he was honest, and he was trying to be honest!

Finally in frustration of being alone with his thoughts he said, “Come on Joey, wake up,” even though he knew it wouldn’t do him any good. Course Joey won’t wake up just cause I want him to, Levon chided himself. Maybe I should sort out what was in his car. At least that’s better’n just sittin’.

Pulling out the bag Joe Bill had dropped off, Levon began sorting the items into piles. First there were maps. Maps of everywhere it seemed. The USA, Texas, the Thomas Brothers road guide to Houston, folded computer maps to the mesa’s, and a worn map of Chicago. Seems Joey just can’t let Chicago go, even after all this time. Think with all I know he’d want out.

Next came an assortment of breath mints and some coupons to local restaurants. Finally at the bottom of the bag lay a cassette. It looked homemade, and Levon could barely stop his hand from shaking as he picked it up. Joanne may have said it was purely an accident, but Joey was still planning something, or at least thinking about something. Why else would he have the tape.

Engrossed in his task, and muttering “I thought I’d talked you into getting rid of this tape, boy,” he failed to hear the door open and Lieutenant Beaumont enter.

Seeing Lundy so absorbed in the task he was working on, she was loath to interrupt him, and hating herself, but still concerned for her former partner, she didn’t make her presence known. As she listened to his words, she became even more concerned, and decided that if he didn’t look better soon, she would have the force psychologist talk to him.

Something was wrong. Lundy and LaFiamma’s reports on the case were both brief and to the point, and reading between the lines, she knew there were many details that they had left out. Again concern assailed her, and she cleared her throat, then said, as Levon turned “How is he?”

“Look at him, Lieutenant. Don’t look good to me, but they say he’s doing well, and anyway I hate hospitals so I’m not the best judge,” he added a bit more lightly.

“I’ll see you at work tomorrow then?” she questioned.

“I’m asking for a few days off, Joanne. I want to be here, and I need some time to myself. I think I may have returned to work a little to soon after the last case, and would like to request some R and R.”

“Fine Levon, but don’t just sit here. It’s not good for you or Joey. Back in three days?” It was a question, but if he hesitated to agree she was ready to push the issue.

Taking a moment to think it over, Levon shook his head yes, and said, “Sounds like it’s about right to me. Looking at his sleeping face any longer than that will drive me nuts.”

“Good. I’m heading home. Call me if you need anything or if there are any changes.”

“Sure will Joanne, and thanks.”

“None necessary, Levon. What are former partner’s for,” she added pulling the door closed once again, leaving him enclosed in a room that felt way to small and claustrophobic.

Settling back into the chair, he noted that Helen had been right, it was not comfortable. Well maybe reading would be the ticket. He grabbed the latest by L’Amour and tried to get engrossed in the story he had been reading. Twelve minutes later, he hurled the book at the floor, saw no reaction from LaFiamma, and decided that maybe he couldn’t do this after all. He was going stir crazy after only an hour. That didn’t bode well for the next few days.

Better get thinking then, he decided. He’d noticed the concern in Joanne’s eyes and knew they spelled an extensive trip to the local shrink unless he got himself straightened out. What he really needed was Joey. Joey’d been through hell and dealt with it. That was where he needed to get to.

Allowing his mind to focus on Sheila Lamont, he replayed every detail in his mind. As the deep revulsion set in, he found himself actually running for the hospital toilet and emptying the contents of his stomach. She had used him. It was all she had ever intended to do. He had always felt sorry for the women that he dealt with who were victims of rape, and knew that they claimed feeling violated, but never in a million years did he think he would not have control over that one aspect of his body. If he didn’t want sex, he wouldn’t have it. It was supposed to be that simple. It was his body, and as a man, he had control and power on his side. While the act itself was not unenjoyable, realizing that even if he said no there would be no escape, was what left him trembling in the mornings after waking up, sweaty and shaky from the constant nightmares.

He needed sleep, free from the constant barrage of images. Her leering at him, Joey watching, the other women watching, and the feeling that he betrayed his partner as well. God, Joey had suffered that day, and he still hadn’t said what they’d done to him. He knew they whipped him, the lines were evident in the warehouse, along with the rope burns on his wrists, but he never mentioned any of it. He was to lost in memories. What had she done to cause them to resurface. If it was not a suicide attempt on Joey’s part, then it would be soon. The tape was in his possession, he had the damn dark blue car with the white interior, and he had almost done it before. They both needed help. They both needed each other.....but could they talk. He doubted it, and on this line of thought he slipped down in the chair and dozed fitfully for a few hours.

While Levon was napping, Mike was making his way to the O’Hare airport, getting on a private plane, and preparing to descend on Houston in full fury, directly to Joey’s side. He was furious at everyone right now. Chuck had been so cavalier, and Lundy so rude that he wondered why he had even bothered to call, but if Joey was dying, he fully intended to be at his side. No one was going to deny him a final chance to be with his favorite nephew.

Oh, they hadn’t always seen eye to eye, and the boy caused more gray hair then all the other relatives put together, but he adored Joey. Would do anything for him. No one would hurt his Joey and live.

When his father died, Joey was young, but devastated, then at 13 his mother died, leaving him an orphan. Well as much as an Italian from a large Sicilian family could ever be alone. He had taken Joey in. It was only right. It was what he wanted.

Things had gone smoothly until Joey was fourteen. Then Joey became a real problem. Staying out, joyriding, in trouble with the cops, avoiding the house, flunking school, everything under the sun. Even the numerous talks seemed to do no good. There was no reaching him.

He’d spent countless hours closeted with Chuck, trying to decide how to help Joey. Chuck was as concerned as he was, but neither of them could think of a thing to do. Finally Chuck suggested that he take Joey away for a weekend to kinda get away and think. Talk it through with a non family member, as it were. The idea seemed sound, and he had called Joey in after school to run the idea by him. Joey’s reaction astounded him. He had been belligerent, calling both himself and Chuck self-serving jerks. It was the first time he could remember taking his hand to Joey, but no one was disrespectful like that. No one. Joey’s eyes had darkened ominously and he had stormed out. He assumed he had spent the next two days at Pauly’s. That was where Joey always went. They were the longest two days of his life. He worried constantly, and when Joey returned, saying nothing more than he was getting his things and leaving, he had actually pleaded with him to just hear him out once. Joey gave in, and they talked. Actually he talked, Joey just sat. He remembered saying that Joey was letting the family down, not upholding the LaFiamma name, and that if he could just control himself he would buy him a car. He knew bribery was wrong, but it was often used and Joey had gone for it, but been very specific. Said if it wasn’t the car he wanted, he’d leave.

No one had ever had that much control over Mike LaFiamma before or since, but Joey got a deep blue MG roadster with white leather interior, and from the day it was delivered Joey toed the line. It was months before they got back on track with each other, but during the entire time he had never stopped praying to the blessed virgin that she would look after his favorite nephew. Finally things returned to normal in the household, and Joey once more came and went with ease. The grades came up, the anger diminished, and short of a few unexplained absences, sometimes over big holidays, Joey was home for good. Until that fateful day that he had to pull in every favor he was owed just to keep his Joey alive.

He hated that Joey was on Houston, but at least alive was better’n dead. Now Joey’s partner had called and said Joey was dying. It had shaken him to the core. Houston was to far away from family in case of a tragedy. Joey needed to be home, but it couldn’t happen. He just prayed that he would get there in time.

As he boarded the plane, he replayed his last conversation with Chuck.

“Who was that?”

“Someone named Lundy. Real rude.”

As fear gripped his heart, he replied “Lundy’s Joey’s partner.”

“Guess he is at that. Knew the name sounded familiar.”

“CHUCK! Why’d he call?”

“Just something about Joey dying, and you having the number.”

“Joey dying, “ he remembered whispering, as he sunk into the chair, sweat breaking out on his face and his hands beginning to shake, as the bottom fell out of his world. “Don’t you think that’s important?”

“Yeah.”

As fear gave way to anger at Chuck’s casual attitude, he asked, “Damn it Chuck, what’s wrong with you? Where’s Joey?. Did Lundy name the hospital?”

“No.”

“Get my plane fueled, and get a driver around front. I’m leaving for Houston. You’re in charge. Understand?”

“Sure thing Mike. I’m calling now. Doubt there’s anything you can do though. Lundy said he was dying.”

“I’m gonna see him.”

“Guess you are. Ya always put that boy first, no matter how awful he behaves or how much disgrace he brings to da family. I’ve been steadier’n him, and there for you every time you needed me. We need you here now. The deal’s ready to go down.”

“Chuck! Joey’s dying. Nothing, no deal is worth not being there. You handle it. When finished there’s a big bonus in it for you.”

“Anything you say Mike. Da town car’ll be here in a minute.”

“I’ll grab a few things. Thanks Chuck. I knew I could count on ya.”

“Just don’t forget it.”

“You’re my best friend, nothin’ in the worlds ever gonna change that. Now get a move on.”

It seemed like the entire world was going nuts. Chuck was acting strange, almost needy. Lundy was leaving cryptic messages, and Joey was dying.

Now that he was airborne, he began with the first of many calls. He couldn’t let people to know he was gone, and setting up a false trail took time. That handled, he then called a few trusted informants, and in minutes found out which hospital Joey was at. Amid offers of prayers to every saint imaginable, he said thank you, offered up his own, and prayed he would not be to late. Next he arranged for a private car to transport him from the airport to the hospital. He’d be with Joey in approximately, another four and a half hours. With the arrangements finished, he followed up with Chuck, then settled back and tried to relax. He would need his strength, no matter whether Joey was alive or dead, and dead was to horrible to contemplate.

As he was drifting off, he realized that underneath the fear was extreme anger. Without more details, and he had people working on providing them to him, he couldn’t be sure, but if some lousy no good low life had taken Joey’s life they would pay, and it wouldn’t stop with them. Their entire family would suffer just as the LaFiamma’s would over the loss of one of their own.

It had been etched in blood for over three hundred years. No one messed with a LaFiamma, who didn’t pay the price. Revenge was always extracted. The methods were more refined, and hidden now–but the end result was the same. Death!

Mike started awake just as the plane was beginning it’s descent. He could never seem to sleep through take off’s and arrivals. Luckily a call came through to distract him. Joey had been in a car accident, Guido said. So far the police didn’t assume any foul play, and it looked like it was just bad luck. The information from the hospital was not good however. Joey was in critical condition and needed to pull through the next 24 hours, then with every passing hour his chances for survival would increase. Luckily he came through all the surgeries okay, and would not be disfigured if he lived.

Relieved that Joey was at least still alive, but frustrated that he now had no release for his tension and anger, he paced up and down the small corridor between the seats of his Cessna, until the plane finally touched down.

Hurriedly making his way to the gleaming black Lincoln, he slammed the door shut and drummed his fingers the entire way to the hospital, cursing the traffic with every delay. Finally he was there and entering the front lobby.

Seeing a nurse, he made his way past the crowd, leaned in close, and stated, “I’m Joseph LaFiamma’s Uncle. What room is he in?”

“His Uncle?” the nurse asked, looking at the dark man in the long black trench coat, falling free to his ankles. “I don’t think I can let you see him. You have no proof, and his partner’s with him now.”

“Lundy’s there? What room is he in, and be quick or I’m gonna find him while causing a little trouble along the way.”

Hesitant but slightly frightened of the intimidating man with the strong accent, she said, “He’s in Room 288.”

“Right,” he said, as he moved confidently to the elevator that would take him to his nephew. Just a few more moments and he would be with Joey, and if Lundy was there he could just go to hell, for his attitude.

There it was, Room 288. Hesitating slightly, Mike looked at the door as if hoping to gain strength for the task that lay ahead, but knowing he had no option but to see for himself how bad Joey was and meet his partner for the first time, he opened the door, without knocking and strode in.

He briefly saw a blonde head slumped over in a chair, before his eyes were drawn to the still figure lying on the hospital bed. It was Joey. He was still. Way to still. Moving over to his side, he failed to notice Levon waking. He failed to notice the once over he was given. He failed to notice anything more than the still, pale, lifeless looking form of his nephew.

Taking Joey’s hand in his he noted the cold feel of the skin and dropping to his knees he prayed harder that he thought possible. “Dear God, just let him live.” No other words were needed.

All he really wanted to do was rip the tubes out of his nephew and hold him as tightly as he could, vowing to never let him go. Find some way to bring him home for good. Standing again, he reached up to tenderly brush a lock of fallen hair off Joey’s fevered face. Feeling the warmth he allowed his hands to linger. The warmth of the fever reassured him. He knew a fever was a sign of infection, but at least he didn’t feel dead. Not like his hands did.

Again offering up prayers, he took out his cell phone and dialed Chicago, spoke briefly to his brother Dominic about Joey’s condition, and after being reassured that the word would be passed, he turned to look at the blonde head that he recalled occupied the only chair in the room. He was surprised to see two intent brown eyes staring back at him.

“Well?” Lundy questioned.

“Well what?” he shot back angered that this man, Joey’s partner, hadn’t been more caring on the phone.

“Well, are you his Uncle?”

“Yeah, and you’re Levon Lundy. I know everything there is to know about you, so spare me the details.”

Thinking of the man Joey called Uncle, Levon decided that the man was formidable, and yet somehow Joey loved him. Loved him enough to try to protect him at a great cost to himself. Wondering if he should push the man, or back off, he thought back to his curt phone call, and this mans behavior since he entered the room, and decided that he best try to be polite. Joey would want them to at least be able to tolerate each other.

Before he could get any words out, Mike spoke again, “Do you have the details I need or shall I call for the doctor? I have a physician and three surgeons standing by in case Joey needs anything further.”

Taking a deep breath, Levon silently counted to eight, then said, “the only thing I know is that Joey’s a mess, has been through hours of surgery, and needs lots of time to recover, but they think he’ll pull through.”

Silently stroking the cassette he still clutched tightly in his hand, he schooled his features to not reveal any of his inner turmoil, then let his mind drift again. Would the doctors just manage to save Joey so he could finish the job the way he wanted it done? Was this just prolonging Joey’s one way trip to hell, as he had put it that night on the Mesa’s? Was Joey planning suicide? He needed to know!

His thoughts were interrupted by, “What’re ya thinking about? I know there are things ya aren’t telling me?”

Feigning ignorance, Levon said, “I told you all I know. Whadda ya mean?”

“Let’s just say I can read minds,” Mike shot back. Years in the business had taught him that eyes didn’t lie. Levon was good, but fear was always evident. Mike had seen lots of fear in peoples eyes over the years. Experience was a great teacher. Levon was lying and afraid.

“Nothin. I just told ya that,” Levon repeated.

“I’m gonna get the doctor then. If there’s anything that can be done to tip the odds in Joey’s favor, they’ll be done. You and I will talk later. Excuse me.” and he left a speechless Lundy staring at the back side of the rapidly closing door.

Thinking about how glad he was that Houston had horrible criminals but not much in the way of mob dealings to experience Lundy soon decided if the Mob was as controlled as this man, and by men like him, they would never be truly brought down. On Mike’s bad side would not be a place he would want to find himself. Something in the mans eyes said there would be hell to pay if Joey didn’t live. Joey and his family was his Achilles heel.

With the distinct idea that Joey thought he was protecting his Uncle, he thought that Joey was unknowingly keeping Chuck alive. This man could kill. Probably had. Probably didn’t do it personally anymore, but with just a nod he could see heads roll. What a life his cop partner must have led. What love there must be to support a cop in a clearly non angelic family. What a lot of things to think about, and again it was all better than thinking of Sheila and that day on her bed.

Levon rose and walked to Joey’s bedside. Looking down at the man he now thought of as his best friend, he too ran his fingers through the sweaty hair, and tried to will away the bruises that were forming on his face. Wake up Joey. I need ya. Come on, he willed, but to no avail.

Silently slipping the cassette into his pants pocket, he resumed his seat in the chair and picked up his book. If only he had a tape player he would listen to the words, and try to make sense of what Joey found in them, but for now, he was done thinking. Reading would keep him busy. A scant five pages later, he closed the book as he heard the door open and Mike re-enter.

“They say they’re concerned about ARDS.” Seeing Lundy’s blank look he added, “That’s Adult Respiratory Distress Syndrome. I’ve called in Ronaldo Dheil. He’s the best in the field. He’ll be here in 12 hours and give us a good second opinion.” he stated, taking a seat on the mattress beside Joey and again picking up the still hand.

“Ronaldo Dheil?” Levon questioned.

“ARDS specialist from the German Pulmonary Research Center. If Joey needs help, this is the man to take care of it.”

The whole mans attitude put him off and Lundy said defiantly, “Houston has great doctors,”

“I’m not arguing that, but this is my nephew. He’ll have the best I can afford. Period.”

“So, do you do this for anyone, or only a select group of people?” Levon questioned, the sarcasm dripping off his tongue.

“Not that it is any concern of yours, but family and close personal friends of family members. Satisfied?”

Deciding to put a stop to the double talk, Levon, shooting straight from the hip went for Mike’s jugular. “If you care so damn much, why the returned Christmas presents and the box? Joey almost died that night as well.”

“What the hell are you talking about? We had to return the Christmas presents to keep him safe. Now what box are you talkin’ about?”

“How the hell would I know,” Levon practically shouted. “LaFiamma is harder to get information out of then a rock. Must be that Italian heritage.” he finished, as he began pacing, like a caged lion, around the room.

“Can’t help ya if I don’t understand the question, Texas.” Mike responded, then moving directly in front of Levon’s face, he placed a hand on his shoulder stopping his pacing and physically turned him to face him. Staring into his eyes, he clearly enunciated, “If you aren’t here to help you will be forced to leave. I refuse to tolerate any backtalk from the likes of you or anyone else. Do I make myself clear?”

Swallowing his rising anger, Levon said, “Understood,” and resumed his seat on the chair.

Taking Lundy’s acquiescence at face value, Mike continued assuming that he would now receive the cooperation he desired. For some reason he sensed Lundy wanted to talk, yell even, and that helped get information out of people. “So what is this box you are talking about?”

“I would think that you understand it much better’n I do. LaFiamma said it was an Italian tradition.” He skirted saying the word MOB, knowing it would only cause trouble, and in some way he truly wanted to hurt this man. Not as much as he wanted to hurt Chuck, but Chuck wasn’t here.

“Joey wouldn’t get a box,” Mike responded as his eyes showed dawning recognition.

“He thought he got a box. Want to explain the box thing to me?”

“No.” he responded as his mind churned. There had been a box sent to Guisseppe on the DiMecurio side of the family, but that was it. Guisseppe had ruined everything he touched and lost the family millions before he was stopped. Could Joey have gotten a box by mistake? Chuck had handled the details of that transaction and the ring came back but was it Guisseppe’s. He hadn’t looked, just assumed. Moving over to Joey’s bedside he glanced at his nephews hands and didn’t see his family ring, but he was in a hospital. There were no personal effects on him. It wasn’t allowed, that way you could be just any old slab of meat for them to cut.

“Lundy, where do they have his personal effects?” Mike questioned. Joey wouldn’t have understood the mistake, and a mistake it would have been. He needed to know if Joey’s ring was missing. He wouldn’t have taken it off for anything.

“I guess at the front desk, why?” Levon responded through tight lips.

“I’m gonna go check for da ring. This needs to be settled,” he said, once again leaving the room.

Quickly saying a prayer for the nurse at the counter who would have to face this mans wrath, Levon looked at the fingers. He knew Joey hadn’t worn the ring in months. He had shipped it back the day after their trip to the Mesa’s.

Moving to sit on Joey’s bedside, Levon positioned himself, unknowingly between Joey and where Mike would re enter the room. He got the distinct feeling that while Mike wouldn’t harm Joey, Joey might need protection in some way. Mike had not been happy when he heard that Joey had gotten a box, and once again a small shudder made it’s way down Levon’s back as he was glad he was not wearing the boots of the person who made this little mistake.

He was right.

Mike threw open the door to the room, and strode in his eyes flashing fire. “They said he wasn’t wearing any rings. Where the hell’s the ring.”

Wishing that for once he could keep his mouth shut, but knowing he was fighting a losing battle, Levon said, “I told ya he said he got a box. He hasn’t worn a ring in months. From what I gathered he thinks he’s totally cut off. I really didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Get this straight, Lundy. No matter what mix ups occurred, Joseph is my nephew. Nothing he ever did or could do would warrant my taking away his place in our family. I know he’s exiled, but he’s alive............” Taking a deep breath, he whispered,..... “at least he’s still alive right now.”

“Maybe you should have told him that,” Levon shot back, not caring about he consequences of his angry words. “Unless you really just like to hurt people for fun, but then again that’s your business. No wait, you hurt people for profit. I always get those things mixed up” he scoffed.

His arm instinctively coming up to backhand Levon’s face, Mike caught himself just short of contact and allowed it to drop. Sitting heavily in the chair Levon had so recently vacated he stared at the floor, pondering his next question. Fighting wouldn’t help, words might. “You said he almost died that night. I want details.”

Taking in the slumped shoulders, haggard face, and feeling the depth of concern Mike had for his nephew, Levon wanted to tell him the truth, but something held him back. It wasn’t his fight, it was Joey’s. Finally he said, with true regret in his voice, “I’m sorry, but I need to leave that discussion up to the two of you.”

“Understood. Do ya play poker? We have a long night ahead of us.” Mike asked.

“Reckon I do at that,” Lundy responded, reaching for his deck and shuffling the cards. “What’ll it be?”

“Let’s play five card draw. Sweet and simple.”

“Sounds fine,” Levon said dealing the first hand. The game seemed endless, but in the end both men had a clearer understanding of each other, and learned a lesson or two as well.

Levon learned that you should never play poker with a man who probably makes at least half his income in one form or another in the gambling industry. He had started losing with the first hand and had continued to lose steadily all night.

Mike LaFiamma’s lesson taught him more but cost him considerably less. To him it seemed that Levon Elmer Lundy was a Texan version of his nephew. Hardheaded, stubborn, and intelligent. The two would probably butt heads forever, no matter how often they were there for each other.

Realizing that they both had an common bond, based on shared love of Joey LaFiamma the two men finally called it a night. Some unspoken lines were now in place and each was more comfortable with the other, although trust didn’t enter the equation. Levon agreed to sleep first while Mike took over the long vigil at Joey’s bedside.

Sinking gratefully into the bed, Levon quickly relaxed and allowed sleep to overtake him, while Mike took a seat by Joey’s side. He spent the first twenty minutes talking to Joey of inconsequential items, hoping to bring him around sooner, then confirming that Levon was sleeping began placing a string of calls to contacts in Chicago, New York, and New Orleans. Making rapid fire decisions, and nodding occasionally as he received certain information he confirmed that all his operations were well under control.

Hearing a small moan he abruptly turned, expecting to see Joey moving, and was surprised to hear the moaning continue but find that they were coming from the bed Lundy occupied. Over the next two minutes the volume increased as did visible thrashing. Unable to determine if Lundy was in pain or just locked in the throws of a nightmare, he moved to Lundy’s side, prepared to wake the man. Reaching tentatively out to rouse him, he stopped as he heard the moans turn into words. He didn’t catch most of them, but he clearly heard, “Sheila; No, God No!, and Joey. He wasn’t sure if one of the other words was blood or not, as it was more muffled.

Making a hasty decision, he delayed waking Lundy and instead asked, “Sheila, who?”

Hearing the question in the deep recesses of his mind, Levon managed to say, “Lamont, Sheila Lamont.” before the dream ended and he once again settled into a more restful sleep.

“Well at least I have a name to work with,” Mike muttered to himself. “Anything to take my mind off Joey just lying there.”

Picking up his phone he dialed two numbers. The first was to one of his police informants who still owed him.

“Samuel, Mike LaFiamma,” he said. “I need a favor.”

“Uh...yeah sure...uh......anything.” came the scared high pitched response.

“ I want all the info you have on a Sheila Lamont, probably from around Texas, and I want it yesterday, understand?”

“Uh......sure thing Mike. Uh.....”

“What is it Samuel? I don’t have all day.” Mike prompted.

“Just, uh...this will clear up things...uh...between us...uh....right?” Samuel asked hesitantly.

“Yeah, this will do it–but get me the info now, and don’t leave any details out. You have the number?”

“Yeah, I do. I’ll leave the info there, just give me an hour or so.” Samuel replied.

“Just do it!” Mike responded quietly and hung up the phone.

His second call to Guido was much longer and more detailed, but he felt sure that by this time tomorrow he would know as much as Joey and Levon did about this Sheila person, and if she had hurt Joey she wouldn’t make it through the next night. His arms were long and could reach anywhere.

Once again reaching up to stroke the bruised face of the nephew he loved, he started as a nurse entered, on her hourly rounds.

“I see you’re still awake,” Lou Ann said smiling. “He sure is a handsome young man, not unlike yourself. Everyone in a skirt is pulling for him. I think most of the younger nurses hope to get to assist with his physical therapy,” she rambled. “The other ones are hoping for dates. This room will get busier than New York central as soon as he comes around.”

“I just want him outta here,” Mike said, a disgusted tone in his voice at her tiresome prattle. “How’s he doin? I don’t notice any change at all.”

“Well sitting here you wouldn’t, but this wire,” she said pointing to a thin tube coming out of Joey’s head, “shows that his brain is functioning on a higher level, so he should regain consciousness soon.”

For the first time in what seemed like days, Mike allowed himself to hope, and flashed Lou Ann one of the famous LaFiamma dazzling smiles, very much like his nephews and replied, “That’s good news. Maybe I can relax a bit now.”

Lou Ann kept on with, “I’ll leave you to it then. His vitals are looking good. Oh, and for your information, when he does come around he will be in a lot of pain. The doctors don’t have him on any medicine until they have the brain hemorrhage under control.”

“Thank you,” Mike said, hoping his short answers would get her to leave more quickly. He didn’t want to talk, he just wanted to have some uninterrupted time to touch his nephew. Re-memorize his face. Lord he was missed by everyone. The whole family asked after him continuously. Even the help wanted to know how he was. Chuck always kept tabs on his whereabouts. Each of these people loved his nephew, and none of them knew, could know what it had cost him to send Joey away. Admit he wasn’t powerful enough to keep him safe and at home.

As Lou Ann exited, his phone rang. Picking it up on the first ring he quietly said “Mike,” while glancing at Levon to make sure he was still asleep.

“Guido here, boss. I got da info youse wanted boss.”

“This is secure, give it to me,” Mike said.

“Kay. If you need it done call me at 658-788-3318. There’s three peoples ta chose from, all wit guarantees. If ya don’t care about da cost it can be done in under an hour from me receiving your okay.”

“Perfect Guido, stay available and there’s a bonus in it for ya.”

“Tanks boss.” Guido finished hanging up the phone.

One thing under control, and not an hour had passed. He couldn’t make any decisions until he had Samuel’s report. Giving a sigh and stretching to relieve his tired, cramped muscles, he noted that Levon was again restless, and that Joey seemed to be breathing easier. Offering up another Hail Mary, and a few more prayers to the plethora of saint’s he relied on, he settled back by Joey’s head and tried to dose. A fifteen minute nap would come in handy.

The next thing Mike knew, was that Lundy was speaking and asking him if he wouldn’t be more comfortable on the bed.

Grimacing at the interruption, Mike groused, “I guess that would feel better....... only to be interrupted by a breathless; “Would you two keep quiet. I’m tired.”

“Joey,” Levon and Mike echoed in unison.

“How do you..........” Mike tried, as Levon said, “Great to see you awa....” then both turned and smiling, Levon said, “Go on Mike, you’re family. I’ll be right back,” and squeezing his partners shoulder turned and left the room.

As soon as Levon left, Joey turned his head a fraction of an inch and moaned, the words he was about to speak caught in his throat as the wave of pain hit him.

“Easy there, Joey,” Mike shushed, reaching out to take his hand. “They said you’d be in a lottta pain. Let me get the doctor and he can give ya some medicine.”

A strangled, “No,” passed Joey’s parched lips and the tube that was helping him breathe. Then a whispered question, “Uncle Mikey, you came?” was heard before his body had thoroughly taxed itself and he was claimed by blackness once again.

“Yeah, I came kid.” Uncle Mikey said to thin air, as he squeezed Joey’s hand. “I promise I’ll be here til you’re outta danger.”

Hearing the door open, Mike turned to find not only Levon but the doctor and two nurses as well.

“I heard our patient regained consciousness?”

“He did,” Mike replied, “but he’s asleep again.”

“That doesn’t surprise me. His body will be exhausted. He’s using all his strength to stay alive and recover. Next time he’ll probably be with us for a bit longer and I can ask a few questions and get some answers so we can better monitor his treatment.”

“If you’re still concerned about ARDS, I have Dr. Dheil standing by,” Mike stated.

“I don’t think there is any need to call on him,” Doctor Mahadavai stated just as firmly. “I am sure we can take proper care of him.”

“Just lettin’ ya know in case there’s trouble,” Mike finished. “Joey will have the best care I can provide.”

“I understand your concern, but he’s doing well. I’m sure he’ll be fine,” Doctor Mahadavai affirmed.

As the doctor and nurses were leaving, Levon asked, “How soon do ya expect him to come around again?”

“There is no telling, but it’s usually in a few hours after the first awakening,” Doctor Mahadavai answered as he exited.

“Mike, next time he wakes I get a few minutes with him, okay?”

“Understood, Lundy,” Mike confirmed. “I’ll make a call then.”

Anticipation was high as both men waited to see Joey awaken again, even if only briefly. They paced, they stared through each other, and they threw continuous looks at the bed to try and discern any type of movement. Approximately four hours after he had awakened previously, they saw him start to stir, and with the stirring came a low guttural moaning sound, like a wounded animal in pain.

Reacting instinctively, Lundy was at LaFiamma’s side, his fingers holding tightly to Joey’s so when he finally got the eyes opened he would not be alone.

Mike too, moved near the bed, so he would be in Joey’s line of sight. He had promised to be there for him when he awoke. The question Joey asked, “You came?” still haunted him and he was unsure of why Joey was surprised, when he remembered Levon saying that Joey thought the family wanted the ring back. Things needed to be set straight.

Finally their patience was rewarded, and Joey opened his blue eyes, then quickly winced as the first wave of pain hit him. The eyes darkening with each bout of pain sent Mike hurrying for the doctor. Levon continued to tell him it would be okay, that he was fine, and to just hang in there.

Seeing the doctor arrive allowed Levon a moment to relax, knowing that now his partner would get some relief. He listened to the questions as the doctor took his place at the head of LaFiamma’s bed.

“Pain’s bad, Huh?”

“Yeah,” Joey said wincing again.

“Can you answer a few questions for me?”

“Kay,” came the reply from the bed.

“First were going to remove this tube from your throat, and see how you do. What I want you to do is cough slightly when I say to. Got it?” Doctor Mahadavai, asked.

A head nod was his response this time, as Joey decided talking hurt more than being quiet.

“On three. One......Two......Three.....” And as Joey gave a weak cough the doctor pulled the intubation tube from his throat. “Would you like some water?”

Another nod, and Joey felt strong hands, familiar hands raise his head, as the doctor held a glass to his lips. Taking a small swallow, he tried to turn his head to look at the man holding his head, and sank back in shock to find Uncle Mikey in the room. It hadn’t been a dream. “You’re here? Really here, Uncle Mikey” he croaked, his voice full of bewilderment, before he relaxed back into the pillow.

“Yeah, I told you I wouldn’t leave ya, didn’t I?” Mike questioned.

Another nod and the blue eyes closed, in an attempt to prevent anyone from seeing the tears that were ready to fall. His Uncle Mikey was there, in Houston. “I didn’t expect to see ya again,” he mumbled.

“We’ll talk later. Right now let the doctor finish so you can feel better.” Mike said, relinquishing some time with his nephew. There would be time later, he would see to it.

“Now Joey,” the doctor said, taking advantage of the break in conversation, “I need to know how much pain you are in. On a scale of one to ten, could you give me an idea, with ten being unbearable?”

“I’m fine doc.”

“Stubborn cops....” Doctor Mahadavai muttered, then added, “Fine we’ll do this the hard way. What do you remember?”

“Nothin’ why?” Joey said.

“Not even the car wreck?” Levon asked.

“Car wreck? I wasn’t in a wre.......God did I get hit by the blue van? I remember a bit now. I thought I got outta his way.”

“Reckon if ya had, ya wouldn’t be here, LaFiamma,” Levon shot back, his humor returning after hearing his stubborn partner say he was fine. Fine his ass, but would he admit to pain, hell no. Not Joey LaFiamma. They needed to talk.

Glaring at Lundy, the doctor said, “No coaching. We can’t tell how he’s doing if you help.”

Chastised, Lundy sat down, and allowed the doctor to continue. A few questions later, he heard the doctor call for some Darvocet to help with the pain. Another nurse entered, was introduced to LaFiamma and told him she would be his nurse for the next six hours. She handed the shot to Dr. Mahadavai, and watched as he administered it intravenously. Moments later, Joey actually relaxed, but stayed awake.

“I’ll be back in an hour, unless you need me sooner,” Doctor Mahadavai stated. “You do know how to use the call buttons?”

“Sure do, doc,” LaFiamma said, with more force than he had been able to muster only moments ago.

“Good, try to get some rest,” he said, as he and the nurse exited the room.

“Yeah, Joey,” Mike said. “I promised Levon that he got ya the next time you woke, but still rest. Got me? I have a call to make. Be back in thirty minutes, it’s all the time you’ll get,” he said pointedly to Levon.

As soon as he left the room, he could hear Levon dragging a chair up to the top of the bed. Wishing he actually had this time with his nephew, now that he was truly able to talk for a few minutes, Mike moved towards a secluded spot he’d found earlier and started dialing his secured information line. At least he could take care of those that hurt Joey.

As he listened to Samuel’s account of who Sheila Lamont was, what her previous arrests were for, and how she used men, he decided she was a menace.

Next he retrieved box number two, where Dominico had left the doctors detailed notes on the cops after the ending of the Lamont case. Near as he could tell the doctor that examined both Levon and Joey said that there were signs of severe trauma, including lacerations caused by a bull whip, and that Levon had mumbled something about rape. If someone had raped Levon, they sure as hell wouldn’t have left his nephew alone. Joey was almost to handsome for Mike’s piece of mind. He had often wondered if Joey would ever marry and have kids, with a woman that was interested in him, not his looks, or his families money. Both strikes against him in many ways.

Box number three was the clincher. Vincenzo, his most trusted gatherer of information had gotten copies of tapes made from a place called the Raven. He reported that they showed Joey, his Joey being asked to strip and then being treated as though he were a piece of meat. Vincenzo even stated that in one section the women had propositioned Joey, and while he handled himself well, he looked withdrawn and resigned. That was of course why he had hired Vincenzo. He could tell from a photo, or tape, visual or just vocal, just how a person was feeling. He’d never been wrong before, and Mike was sure that if he said Joey was upset, then Joey was just that.

Sheila Lamont had to go, as well as the other woman that was mentioned. Barbara Chester. It seemed that the one named Liz was responsible for a bullet Levon took, but was killed by Estaban Gutierrez.

Looking in his pocket for the folded number Guido gave him, he withdrew the crumpled paper, dialed 658-788-3318 and said calmly, “It’s a go, and price is no object. Leave a confirming message when it’s done. Mike.” So far it had taken him all of five minutes to handle the transaction. Twenty five more to go, before he could kick Levon out of the room and have time with Joey.

Restless didn’t sit well and Mike placed another phone call to the LaFiamma family.

“Chuck, here” was the first thing he heard. Smiling at his friends voice he said, “How’s everything coming?”

“Fine, Mike, but I’d still feel better if you were here to oversee it. Oh...uh....how’s Joey?”

Smiling, Mike answered, “Joey’s gonna be fine. Chuck it’s great to see him. He woke for the first time today and I think he’ll pull through. I’ll be home soon. Let me talk to Isabella.”

“Okay Mike. I’ve a call to make anyway. Take care. See ya soon. Isabella is on the line, I’m transferring ya, now”

“Bye Chuck.. Thanks.”

“Isabella, Mike here,” he started, when she cut in full of concern...... “How’s our Joseph? When is he leaving the hospital? Does he look good? Is he eatin’ enough? Mike, why aren’t you talking? Is there somethin’ wrong. Oh Holy Mary, I better sit down.. I really don’t want to be the one to tell the family he died. Talk to me Mike.”

“Isabella, slow down,” Mike chuckled. “ I can’t get a word in.”

“Just tell me straight, how’s Joseph?”

“He’s gonna be fine Isabella. I thought you might relay the news to the family, and tell them he misses them.”

“Ya sure, Mike?”

“I’m sure, now go.” Mike finished. Isabella always made him laugh. Still another twenty minutes to go. Having nothing else to do with himself Mike started to pace, then thought, This is silly. I can at least go listen to the sound of his voice. That decision made, Mike LaFiamma, head of one of the biggest MAFIA families in Chicago, turned and headed to Joey’s door. Life was looking up. His deals were going down and his nephew would live. What more could a man ask for.

As he neared the door he noticed that it was open slightly and he leaned against the door frame waiting for the next fifteen minutes or so to pass. For now just hearing Joey’s voice would warm him.

He could hear the strong Texan accent and the more guttural Chicago accent coming from inside the room. As he listened he heard the voices start to raise.

“What are ya implying Levon?” Joey said fiercely.

“I think you know. Enough small talk, I need to know if this was a suicide attempt on your part, or if it really was an accident.” Levon demanded.

“Levon, let it go,” Joey said, more quietly. “I tol’ ya I’d be there for lunch, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, ya did, but I have the tape, LaFiamma. Try and deny you took the tape with ya.”

“So I took the tape. Where ya got it now?”

“Trying to change the subject? It’s in my pocket. Now were ya trying to end it, or was it an accident.” Levon pressed.

“It was an accident, Lundy. I told ya that. Yeah I had the tape. Yeah I’ve been thinkin’ about it. What you gonna do Cowboy?” LaFiamma taunted.

“It’s not what I’m a gonna do, it’s what were gonna do, partner,” Lundy stated.

Suicide, what does he mean suicide. Mike’s mind was on full alert.

“I don’t follow, Lundy. I wanna rest,” Joey whined, hoping to stop the conversation.

“Won’t work, partner,” Levon smiled. “We’re gonna have us this talk, and then both of us are gonna be able to git on with our lives.”

“Doubt it’ll help, but if you need it, fine.” Joey replied, “I know you’ve been real messed up. Anyone can see that.”

“Me! Like you can talk. Wanna tell me about being fourteen now?”

“I’d rather not, Levon. If you recall, I said drop it then, and I’m repeating it now.” Joey practically screamed, then fell back panting from the exertion.

“Not gonna happen, and I’ll tell ya why. I need to know how ya dealt with it. Joanne has that Let’s send Lundy to the shrink, look and I ain’t goin. Now you’ve been through this before and I need help. So do you boy.”

“Levon, it’s not the same at all. Fourteen was, well fourteen. Sheila Lamont was different.” Joey said.

“In what way. It was all rape, iffin’ I recall your delirious conversation correctly.” Levon prompted.

“Levon, you’re worse than an Italian grandmother with no illnesses. Gotta go looking for one.”

“Makes no never mind to me how long ya stall. I got all day.”

“What ya wanna know?” Joey sighed, resigned and just wanting this conversation over with.

“I wanna know how ya dealt with being raped at fourteen. I wanna know exactly what happened to ya in Sheila’s house. I wanna know if I’m gonna have a partner when ya are let outta here, or if you are gonna try to kill yourself. I need to know how you handled it all for so long. I’m falling apart here. Knowing you went on with your life has kept me going. Keep me from goin’ back to the shrink LaFiamma.”

“That’s a major list partner,” Joey tried to joke. “Doubt I’d even know where to start. Guess Sheila’s the easiest. You nailed it. I was drugged, raped, beaten, and forced to watch my partner be drugged, raped and degraded as well. At least I was spared an audience. Suicide seems a nice way out, and I’ve been planning it for so long, it’s taken extra energy not to give in. I have you to thank for that. You’ve kept me goin’.” Joey smiled. “All that pushin, proddin, asking questions, never knowing when to stop. Some day you’ll have to give that brain of yours a rest and leave me alone.”

Dominic was right, they were raped. Soon she’ll be dead and the LaFiamma’s will have revenge. Mike thought, as he continued to eavesdrop.

“Leave you alone. You never stop talking, LaaaFiammaaaa. It’s always Chicago this, and my family that. Some day you’ll admit Houston is better.” Levon tossed back, lightening the mood considerably.

Still at the door, it was Joey’s next words that froze Mike LaFiamma.

“About fourteen, Levon. I’d really rather you just left it alone. There’s no reason to go back. The drugs and the case brought all those memories to the surface, but with time they’ll disappear again. It wouldn’t have mattered then if I said anything, and it won’t matter now. Drop it. Okay?”

“Only one question partner, then considered it buried.” Levon said.

“Fine, one, but only one, hear me?” Joey cautioned.

“I hear ya. You told me that......”

“Hey I was drugged or I never would have said anything.” Joey snarled. “That hardly counts as a conversation.”

“Either way, short of his uh....family connections, your uncle seems to love ya. He’s been here from the moment I called him. Why didn’t you ever tell him you were raped? I think he would have understood.”

“No he wouldn’t, Levon. How do ya explain that your Uncle, his brother gave you as a trade off for poker losses to his best friend, Chuck, for a night of “gang rape the kid who’s to stupid to know what’s goin on”. He loves Chuck, he wouldn’t have believed me.”

“Joey?”

“Look Lundy,” he said quietly, his concentration waning as the conversation and memories sapped his strength for the time being. Almost on a sob he continued, the emotions raw as he admitted something only Pauly had heard before. “I couldn’t take the chance. What if Uncle Mikey picked Chuck over me? I couldn’t have lived with it. It’s better not to know, and assume he cared, then be assured that I was not important to him. Understand? It was a risk I wasn’t willing to take. Not then, not now. Nough said.” Joey replied dropping his head back onto the pillow, thoroughly exhausted. “We’ve been through worse, partner, we’ll handle this too. Give it time. Everything gets better with time. I promise.” he whispered as he drifted off to sleep.

Nodding at his again unconscious partner, Levon whispered, “Time. Right. We need time. I’m there for ya buddy, thanks for being there for me.” With a final touch to his partners hand he laid down on the roll away bed and drifted off to what would be the first good sleep he’d had in days.

Both were unaware of Mike, standing frozen in the hall. Unable to move an inch. It couldn’t be true. Noooooooooo, not his Joey, and not Chuck. Which brother? Not his best friend, his confidant, his partner. Joey, what have you suffered, his brain cried, and as quickly as he adjusted to the revelation the old feeling of justice asserted itself. There were calls to make, but first he had to see Joey.

Getting his heart to start beating again, he entered the room amazed that his feet would carry him, and dropped down beside the still form of his beloved nephew. Leaning close, he whispered, “Joseph, Mai non dubiti il mio amore. Don’t ever doubt my love.” With these words he noticed a small smile cross Joey’s features. “All will be fixed, and the ring returned.” He was sure that Chuck had it since he had been assigned to that task. Joey must have felt more alone than he could imagine. His nephew had always been strong. Stayed focused on right, despite the family business, and they had all coped. Joey was a lot stronger than that, and no one knew. He would set things right.

Picking up the phone, Mike began another series of calls. The first was to Isabella for Pauly’s number. As the phone rang, and was answered with the familiar, “Chuck here.” he realized he couldn’t do this the normal way.

“Chuck,” he responded, trying to keep from letting his anger show, “Just wanted to update everyone that Joey is awake and coherent. Looks like there will be no permanent damage.”

“That’s good news. When’ll ya be home?” Chuck said.

“Not sure, I’m thinking of taking ya all to Vegas if the deal goes well.” he improvised. “We may meet there in a few days. I’ll keep you posted.”

“Sounds fun Mike, ya know that Vegas is one a my favorite places to play.” Chuck said, a smile in his voice.

“Yeah, I do at that. See ya soon” Mike finished, hanging up the phone.

He couldn’t let Chuck know he was looking into anything. God he couldn’t even think of it, but he had to know. Pauly knew. He would know. Joey told him everything.

Calling Dominico, Mike waited for the answer then said, “I need Paul VonZamory’s phone number, and I need it now.”

“Anything I can help with, Mike?” Dominico asked.

“Not sure yet. I’ll keep ya posted.”

“I got the number. It’s 622-984-7318. Anything else?”

“Not yet Dominico, but stay handy, and thanks.”

“No problem, boss. By the way, how’s Joey doin’? Were all praying.”

“He’ll be fine they say, and he woke up for a bit so the doctors are encouraged. I’ll stay in touch, Bye.” Mike said as he severed the connection.

Rapidly dialing the number he was given, he listened to the phone ring and willed that Pauly be there. A delay was not in his plans. Getting a recording that gave a car phone number, he took note of it and hung up preparing to dial.

Before he could dial he heard the phone ring! “Damn,” he spat answering the call. “Mike here.”

“Mike, Guido. It’s done.”

“Thanks for the update. Transfer the money for me, and keep a bonus for yourself.”

“Right, boss” Guido said.

“Oh and Guido?” Mike said just before Guido hung up, “I may have need of you in the very near future. I want you ready to go at a moments notice. Understand?”

“Understood, boss. I’m praying for Joey. Sure do miss dat boy. Bye.”

Smiling, Mike said, “Bye Guido.” Everyone seemed to be pulling for Joey, and he had let him down years ago. Eighteen to be exact, and for eighteen years Joey had questioned his love. Rage again permeating every pore of his being, Mike hastily dialed the car phone of Joey’s best friend.

As the phone rang, he thought of Joey’s ability to attract good friends. Pauly and he had always been close, and it looked as if Levon Lundy, Texan, was heading into top place of people Joey would die for. Would he die for Chuck? At one time he might have thought so, now....never.

Finally he heard, “Paolo Von Zamory.”

“Pauly, Mike LaFiamma........

“Something wrong with Joey?” was the first thing out of Pauly’s mouth.

“Yes and no. Quickly, he was in a car accident, he’ll pull through, but he talked. I want answers.”

“First, how bad is he? Where is he? Cause I’m coming down, and you aren’t stopping me.”

“I wouldn’t try Pauly, and I’d rather have this conversation in person, but it can’t wait.” Mike continued, smiling at Paolo’s concern for his nephew.

A hesitant, “I’m listening, but I can’t say if I’m talking,” came back over the line. “This secure?”

“Is on my end Pauly, so you’re covered. Now I need to know what happened when Joey was fourteen. Wanna tell me?” Mike continued.

“I promised I wouldn’t talk. A promise is a promise Mike.”

“Sure is Pauly, and I admire that, but I know ya love Joey. So let’s try this. I’ll explain, you simply confirm if I’m correct. Joey will benefit. I promise ya this.”

“Fair enough, Mike. This has been a long time in coming and as far as I’m concerned needed, so shoot.”

“One of Joey’s uncles...........” He paused hoping Pauly would supply the name.

“So ya don’t know who.” was the flip reply. “Tell ya what Mike, you get the rest right, I’ll supply the name.”

“Deal. An uncle used Joey to pay off a gambling debt he owed Chuck and a few others. Joey was brutally gang raped, and then left to deal with it alone, and for some reason was afraid to tell me. Any changes to the story?”

Taking a deep breath, Pauly answered, “It was Rico. Mike, he had 48 stitches. He was a mess. I don’t know how ya found out, but you better set it right. I’m taking an oath. You let Joey down now, and some how, no matter how good your security is you will go down. Joey wouldn’t do it, I will. I know we understand each other. I’ll be there in four hours.”

“No fear, Paolo. I admire your convictions and dedication to my nephew. See you then.” Mike said.

As he hung up the phone, he saw red. Not only were his worst fears confirmed, but Rico, the slime was in on it too. Rico had always been no good, given the cheap ends of the business to run, hell, he’d even bailed him out over gambling debts a time or two, but no one..absolutely no one sold out another member of the family for personal gain. Time for a major house cleaning.

Thinking about how he wanted to handle the entire situation, he slowly walked back to Joey’s room, to find his nephew wide awake and propped up on some pillows. As he started to speak, Joey motioned him to shush, and pointed to his sleeping partner.

“He needs the rest, Uncle Mikey,” Joey said as a smile spread across his face. “I doubt he’s slept well lately.”

Knowing this was an understatement, he marveled at how calm his nephew could appear, and moved close to Joey, again taking a seat at the head of his bed. “It’s nice to see you sitting. Once you decide to improve ya do it quickly.”

“It’s the Italian blood, Uncle Mikey. I hate hospitals and being confined. The sooner I’m outta here the better. That of course means lying about the pain, and pretending to feel great, but the rewards are worth it. Besides I doubt Levon will let me spend much time on my own for awhile. A real mother hen, he can be when he’s concerned. What brings ya down here?”

Was that hesitation or a hint of fear he heard. Well Joey would soon realize that he was important. “I’m here cause you’re hurt. Where do ya think I’d be?”

“Closin deals, keeping an eye on the business, settling the family squabbles. Certainly not cooling your heels in a Texas hospital,” Joey answered.

“For your information Joseph Anthony LaFiamma, when a family member needs help someone is required to make sure they are taken care of. It was my turn.” Mike responded, then winced as he saw Joey glance down at the sheets. “What I mean is, no one was gonna keep me from being with me favorite nephew. No one and nothing. Understand? Now how did you manage to sit up?”

Seeing Joey flash a brilliant smile at his corrected words, he realized that he would have to watch what he said forever. Years of pain were buried, it would take years of tact to assure Joey of his love. He needed Joey’s love and trust. Joey needed his. LaFiamma’s stuck together. His thought s were interrupted by Joey saying, “The nurse was just in to remove some tubes, a few IV’s and other medical gadgets. She helped me sit. I shouldn’t be bothered by any more nurses for a few hours.

As they resumed talking, Joey asked how the family was, and Mike was answering when the door opened and another nurse slipped inside.

“Whad’a ya want,” Joey said loudly, irritated at the interruption, and tired of being poked and prodded. His voice woke Levon with a start, who sat up running a hand through his tousled hair.

“What’s going on? You okay, Joey.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled. “Go back to sleep. It’ll help your looks.”

Watching his partner sink back into the covers, LaFiamma smiled as the nurse said, “Just a dose of pain medicine for you. Won’t take but a minute.”

“I don’t need any,” Joey griped.

“No need to fuss,” the nurse answered. “You’ll feel better soon,” she added moving to the bag suspended on the IV track.

Still grumping, Joey and Mike watched as she took the top off the syringe. Just as she was about to insert it into the tube, so the drug would go straight into his system, Levon jumped from his bed and screaming, “NO!” tackled her.

“Levon! Wha’d ya do that for?” Joey asked.

“Her shoes aren’t white,” was the response he received.

“So?” Mike and Joey asked in unison.

“So all the nurses have had white shoes. Humor me partner, it’s just a hunch.”

“I trust your hunches,” Joey mumbled, sinking back against the pillows. ‘Whatca gonna do with her now?”

Rising Levon said, “Call the doctor for one thing and have the medicine analyzed.”

“If you two don’t mind, can I have a little talk with her first,” Mike said, taking her by the arm, and without waiting for an answer escorting her from the room. “We’ll be back soon.”

“I reckon that won’t hurt Mike, but remember she’s ours by law, and you’re in Texas,” Levon hurled after him, as he sank down in the chair beside Joey’s bed. “What do ya reckon he’ll do to her?” Levon questioned.

“Just question her, Levon, don’t worry. He’ll just get what ever she’s hiding a lot quicker than the cops would. Trust me.” Joey winked.

“Trust you, maybe, trust your mob uncle.......I don’t know about that one,” Levon fired back, smiling at the good humor his partner was in. He was on the road to physical recovery, and for both of them the mental healing had started as well. “I guess he isn’t such a bad guy after all LaFiamma,” Levon joked, “At least if you don’t think about all those no kneed double crossers out there somewhere.”

Ducking the pillow hurled at his head, Levon laughed, then turned as the door to Joey’s home away from home opened again. Looking at Mike, Levon shuddered. The man was livid. This was the man he had seen glimpses of. The man that was not the Uncle Joey described. The man he never wanted to be on the bad side of.

“May I speak wit ya outside, Lundy?” Mike said, his tone cold and hard.

Swallowing, Levon said, “Sure,” and glanced at Joey as he followed Mike outside.

Just before the door closed they both heard a shouted, “I’m here to, Damn it don’t leave me out. God I hate being laid up!!!! Levon!!!!!”

Smiling at each other, Levon followed Mike to a staircase and looked at him questionably.

“It leads to the roof. It’s real private up there.”

Nodding in agreement Levon took the stairs to the hospitals roof. Looking around he saw the helicopter pad where the helicopter landed that probably brought Joey in. He noted that it was sunny and hot. Another perfect Texan day, he decided when he realized he hadn’t been out of the hospital itself in days. Joanne would be there soon to check on them in person, rather than just by phone. Knowing he had to get on with it he turned to Mike and asked, “Well?”

“She was sent to kill Joey. I’m asking that you let me have her, and I in return promise that there will be no more attempts made on Joey from this person at least.”

“I can’t do that Mike. She’s in Texas, she tried to kill my partner, I caught her, she’s ours.”

“True statements, but Chuck sent her,” Mike added, looking for a glimmer of recognition in Lundy.

“Chuck?”

“Yeah, Chuck,” Mike affirmed.

“Whatta ya know about Chuck?” Levon said warily.

“I’m asking that no matter the outcome of this conversation you don’t let Joey know about what was said. When you agree to that I’ll continue.”

“Fine. I agree. Now talk,” Levon said.

“I overheard your conversation earlier. Until this morning I knew nothin. Now I’m gonna set things straight.”

“More specifics?” Levon prompted.

“No. Trust me.” Mike said, then added, “I know you helped a Mexican cop deal with a bad politician rather than turn him over to U.S. courts. You can work a little outside the law, I’m just asking ya to turn around, for Joey’s sake.”

Moving to the side of the roof and resting his hands on the raised ledge, Levon let his eyes close and drew strength from the familiar sun on his face. Finally he reached a decision, for better or worse. “You know Mike, I’m glad ya took me up here to see the daylight. The room was getting a little stuffy. Now what was it ya wanted to talk about?” Levon asked, smiling.

“I am so impressed by your weather that for the life of me I can’t remember,” Mike said. “Shall we get back downstairs?”

“I reckon that’s as good an idea as any,” Levon concluded, as the two men returned to the second floor.

As Levon opened Joey’s door, Mike said, “I need to make a phone call. I’ll be right back.”

“Sure thing” Levon said, pushing open the doors and noticing that Joey was once again asleep. Resuming his place beside his partners bed, he thought about the decision he’d just made and decided that it was the only thing he could do. Just as he was drifting off to sleep, the door again opened, and this time he looked up to see, not Mike, but Joanne Beaumont in the room.

Standing, he said, “LaFiamma’s asleep right now. You want a seat, Lieutenant?”

“Sure, thanks, Levon. I have some news for you, but first, how’s Joey?”

“He’s been awake three times today, Joanne. It’s looking real good. They removed most of the tubes, but he’ll be here for a few more days, and that is only if they release him because he won’t shut up.” Levon said laughing. “You should here him, Lieutenant. Sounds like an irate alarm clock. I hate this. Get those out of me. You’re not coming near me with that. Get the release papers. Doctor, I want out,” he finished.

“Do I?” Joey questioned, a smile pulling at his lips as Levon and Joanne both realized he was awake.

“Yes ya do,” Levon shot back, his smile growing at having been caught.

“Let me get this straight. A few months ago you said that you reckoned everything I did in Houston I learned from you, so if I’m driving the doctors nuts, I’m laying the blame at your door partner.” LaFiamma stated, trying hard not to laugh. Laughing hurt. If he laughed, he’d be stuck in here for another week, instead of days.

“Glad to see you alive, and awake LaFiamma. You gave us all a good scare. Truthfully you didn’t look all that good when you first arrived.” Joanne said.