To Kill a President by By Marc james Page B

yeah?”
    “Yeah I need you to do me two false birth certificates, passports and driving licenses like you did for my friend the doctor.”
    “Sure what are the names and how old are they?”
    “I’d say around 22, that should be fine and it is one male and one female.  The guys name is James Faraday and the girl is Jane Stuart.”
    “Yeah no worries Bobby, I’ll get started on them right away and then I can give you them when I see you.”
    “When are you seeing me Chauncey?”
    “That was why I’d called Meyer told me he needs to see you tomorrow.”
    “Have I got to come to you?”
    “That’s what he said.”
    “Any idea what’s so urgent”
    “No but it seems like it’s pretty big, he’s been a little on edge recently.”
    “Okay Chauncey I’ll be there tomorrow.  See you then.”
    As Bobby ended the call he had the sinking feeling that Faraday was right.  Nothing put Lansky on edge.  The assassination of JFK might be enough to worry him.  Was that why Wray had called he wondered.  Surely he wouldn’t be in the loop on something this big.  He hastily dialled Wray’s number.
    “Good Morning, Wray Gill.”
    “Good morning Wray, its Bobby just returning your call.”
    “Bobby how are you?”
    “I’m good Wray, what can I do for you?”
    “No small talk Bobby, what’s wrong?”
    “I’ve had a hellish morning Wray what do you want?
    “Okay Bobby I won’t take up too much of your time.  First off I need October’s accounts for the casino.”
    “Jesus Wray give me a chance it’s not even ten in the morning on the first day of November and you want the accounts for October!  I am a lawyer not an accountant, I don’t sit by the phone waiting for you to call!”
    Wray was silent for a moment. “Okay Bobby, calm down.  Maybe you need to hire some help, when can you get them to me?”
    “I can be there maybe Monday or Tuesday of next week and I’ll bring my new member of staff, I’m not coming over to New Orleans every month he can.  Why can’t you send that guy David here anyway?”
    “David’s busy, you know Marcelo’s deportation trial is in three weeks.”
    “How’s that going?”
    “Should be okay, pretty good chance I think.  Who have you hired?”
    “A new investigator a guy called Derrick Stinson, no relation. Have you heard of him?”
    “Should I have?”
    “Well I was hoping you could tell me, he was in prison for an assault on Jack Ruby a few years back, is that something I should be concerned with?”
    “Ruby that’s the nightclub guy?”
    “Yeah I think he has a few bars and strip joints.”
    “Yeah I know the guy. No I wouldn’t worry about that, I’ve heard Marcello mention him but I think he is only used because he has an influence over the Dallace PD.  Think he might know Jimmy Hoffa, but you do account work for Marcelo and you’ve worked with Meyer for what thirty years.”
    “Just wanted to double check thanks Wray.”
    “No worries one last thing do you know anything about ice rinks?”
    “Ice rinks?  Marcello wants to open an ice rink?”
    “No not Marcelo, my boy David Ferrie he’s thinking of opening an ice rink here in New Orleans.  I was wondering if you could handle the contracts for the deal.”
    “I never say no to new business, am I doing the accounts too?”
    “I was hoping you would.”
    “Great, why an ice rink?”
    “I don’t know Bobby, he seems to think he could make some money out of it.  I’m glad you’re on board I was wondering if you could visit the rink in Houston, there’s a guy there called Chuck. David thinks he could be useful in learning the business.”
    “Then why doesn’t David visit him?”
    “I’ve told you Bobby he’s working with Marcello, he’s busy.”
    “I’ll see what I can do Wray but no promises.”
    “Okay Bobby thanks again.”
    The fucking asshole drive 250 miles to see someone about a fucking ice rink, no chance.  Did Wray think he was a fucking bell boy?  He rose from his desk