After drinking all night with Frank, Dean had to get me from the airport to the Sands. He pushed me into the limo and sat back. ‘You did it, kid,’ he said. ‘Me? You did it. All you hadda do was say “hear him out Frank,” in that cool way you talk, and that was it. How do you do that? Get him to listen to you?’ ‘Oh, he doesn’t always listen to me, but Frank knows I have his best interest at heart.’ ‘When don’t he listen to you?’ ‘Like when I advised him to dump his holdings in the Cal-Neva,’ he said. ‘I still think it’s gonna come back and bite his ass. Also, the whole JFK thing. I knew he was gonna end up gettin’ hurt. There’s more. You wanna hear it?’ ‘No,’ I said, ‘I’m too drunk and I’ll forget it all by mornin’. But I getcha, Dean. I getcha.’ ‘You’re gonna have to keep a tight rein on Frank yourself from now on. I gotta get back home. I got some meetings, and dates to play. And I wanna spend some time with my family.’ ‘I’ll take care of ’im,’ I slurred.
