Page 66 of Tommy Gabrini: All Fall Down
“It ain’t no Orrie, I know that. It’s Gerald or Jerry or something like that.”
Tommy’s heart dropped. “Jeremy?” he asked him with shock in his voice.
“That’s it!” said Luddie. “Jeremy somebody. That’s the name.”
Tommy looked stricken. “Who’s Jeremy?” Mick asked, looking through the rearview.
“My driver,” said Tommy.
And everybody in that SUV, except for Luddie, were stunned.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Tommy couldn’t get there fast enough. Mick was speeding like a crazy man, but it still wasn’t fast enough for Tommy. His heart was hammering as he phoned his grounds security and ordered them to detain his trusted driver.
“He just left, Boss,” his security chief said.
“Jeremy just left?”
“Yes sir. About ten minutes ago. Want me to call him back?”
“No,” said Tommy. “Don’t notify him at all. Did he say where he was headed?”
“He was off for the night, so I assume he’s heading home.”
“Okay. Keep it all on lockdown. Nobody in, nobody out no matter what. I’ll be in touch,” he added, and then ended the call.
“Where does that fucker live?” asked Mick.
But Tommy was thinking about it. “He knew we were closing in on his ass when we went to pick up Luddie.”
“Did he know we were going for Luddie?”
“Yeah he knew it,” said Robby. “He asked me what all the commotion was about, and I told him we bringing in Luddie Jelinski. I had no idea, Tommy.”
“It’s not your fault,” Sal said, defending his underboss. “You thought he was on the same team we were on. I thought that shit too. I told that asshole many things myself. He seemed like a good kid.”
“Only his old lady is a billionaire with a mighty big grudge against us.”
“Where does he live, Tommy?” Mick asked again.
“I don’t think he went home, Uncle Mick,” said Tommy, looking as if he was in deep contemplation.
“Then where is he?”
“Go to Jake’s.”
“The airfield?”
“Yes,” said Tommy. “If I was Jeremy, I wouldn’t be going home. I’d wait, like he did so that he wouldn’t draw suspicion, but then I’d leave. I’d say I’m calling it a night since the boss doesn’t look like he’ll be back any time soon.”
“And then you’ll hop a plane?”
“Or chopper his mother had waiting for him, yes,” said Tommy. “Go to Jake’s.”
And Mick did a wild U-turn and headed in that direction.
To their delight, Jeremy was just getting out of his little Mini Cooper when they drove onto the airfield. And just as Tommy had predicted, a helicopter was waiting to whisk Jeremy back to his land of privilege.
