Gold couldn’t handle sitting around thinking about what might happen to Donald Gentry when the Las Vegas police finally arrested the young detective’s wife.
“Let’s go do something,” he told Iandolli. “You don’t want me to go to Gentry with this, give me something to occupy my mind.”
“You wanna go talk with the guys from New York? Cuccia, Francone, and Lano.”
Gold started the car. “About the Pellecchia assaults?” he asked. “I don’t really give a fuck about this Pellecchia couple. I have a hard time giving a shit about people who don’t cooperate. I’m not so sure they’re so innocent in all this anyway.”
“So we don’t ask about the Pellecchia couple. We talk about something else.”
Gold pulled away from the curb. “Can we break their balls?”
“Why not?” Iandolli said. “It’s one of the few perks goes with this job. We break their balls and then watch them turn colors.”
“Remind me of our motivation here.”
“My wife’ll tell you I’m just evil sometimes,” Iandolli said. “You, I think, have other motives.”
“Gentry.”
“You have to let the steam out somewhere.”
Gold was approaching an intersection. “Where they staying?”
“Bellagio.”
Gold spotted the lights of the Strip off to his right. He turned right at the intersection. “Fine,” he said. “Let’s go break balls.”
Jennifer Gentry was startled at the sight of her husband with the tequila bottle. She avoided direct eye contact.
“Your boyfriend protect himself, or you just give him a blow job?” Donald Gentry asked his wife.
He was sitting at the kitchen table. Half the bottle of tequila was gone. Jennifer was wearing black leggings and a white sweatshirt. She had just come home from wherever she had spent the past few hours after work. Her look, or maybe it was where she might have been, somehow turned him on.
“You look good in those tight pants like that,” he said. “He run his hands up there, or just slide those pants off nice and slow?”
“Don’t do this,” Jennifer said. Her voice was trembling.
Gentry saw another man undress his wife in the video running in his head. He couldn’t stop his mind from replaying the haunting images. “Nice and slow, right? And while he was down there, he buried his face, right?”
Jennifer tried to remain calm. “Please don’t do this,” she said.
“Do what? I’m not doing anything. You’re the one doing, babe.”
“Please, Donald.”
“What’s his name? The guy you’re doing. Tell me. I wanna hear you say it.”
Jennifer folded her arms across her chest as she tried for strength. “What’s the point, Donald?”“I want to know,” he said, maintaining a calm voice. “I have a right to know. Since he’s been in my house, fucking my wife on my bed. I think I have a right to know.”
Jennifer’s arms immediately uncrossed as she shook her head. “We never,” she said. “Not here.”
“Bullshit!” Donald yelled. His wife jumped from the volume of his voice. “Yesterday. I just missed you. I came home but you must’ve just left. Your gunk, the sperm gel, was out of the cap. Unless you put it on before you go see him. I know you don’t use it for me. You haven’t for a couple months now.”
Jennifer avoided her husband’s eyes again. “And the bed was messed up,” he added. “And something else.”
She waited in silence with her eyes closed. “What?” she finally asked.
Gentry smirked at his wife.
“What?” she repeated.
“I got it on film.”