Daddy's plaything(56)By: Bruce Flores
Sherry shook her head.
Tony thought for a minute. "I'll tell you one thing," he said. "I'd hold on to the things you have and I'd see a lawyer quick. Whenever there's any problem like this, banks and companies will freeze all withdrawals until matters are settled. I know because it happened to a friend of mine. A lawyer can protect your interests, Sherry."
"But who shall I see and what will I tell Daddy?"
"Fuck Daddy!" Tony said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "For now, leave these things here with me where they'll be safe. There is somebody I can call in Los Angeles. My agent's friend, Bruce Morris. He's a lawyer." Tony picked up the phone then and made a long distance all to Los Angeles. A moment later he was talking to Bruce Morris, explaining the situation. "I don't care how much it costs," Tony said. "I'll pay for it. Okay, I'll tell her. Tomorrow morning here at the Alpine? Fine. Come right to my room. I'll see you then," Tony said and hung up. "We're lucky," Tony said to Sherry. "He's not tied up for a few days. He wants to fly up in the morning and see those papers and things you've got. Also, he says to keep them from your father – no matter what. If your father asks you where these things are, say you don't know. Lie to him. Anything. But don't let him know anything until you've talked to Bruce."
Sherry hugged Tony, throwing her arms gratefully around his neck. "Oh, Tony, you're wonderful. I-I don't know what I'd have done without you, darling. Thank you… thank you…"
"That's all right, baby. There may be some mistake, some explanation, but we're doing the right thing. Now don't worry anymore. Promise?"
Sherry nodded. "Promise."
"Where's your father now?"
"I don't know. I left him with a girl named Sheila Whitcomb at the hotel a little while ago. They're probably still around the hotel."
"Okay, let's go over there and pretend that nothing's happened. Maybe he won't even notice the missing papers until after Bruce has had a chance to look them over tomorrow. But if he does ask you anything remember to play dumb. Understand?"
Sherry said that she understood. Tony dressed then and they went downstairs to look for Victor Redgrave and Sheila. They didn't seem to be anywhere and, finally, Sherry inquired at the hotel desk if the clerk had seen her father.
"Yes, Miss Trent," the young man said. "As a matter of fact I noticed your father with a young lady about ten minutes ago. They took the elevator." Sherry asked the room number of the Whitcombs and learned that it was 416. "Thank you," she said.
"Not at all, Miss Trent," the man said. "Say, I wonder if you would sing My Cheatin' Heart tonight. It's my favorite. I hate to ask but…"
"Certainly," Sherry said. "I'd be delighted to. It's a promise."
They left the delighted clerk behind and stood in the casino. "Your father doesn't waste any time, does he?" Tony said sarcastically. "The dirty ol' man is probably fucking that girl this minute."
Sherry just stared straight ahead. "I wouldn't be surprised," she said. "Well, I don't suppose we should interrupt them. I don't really think they're doing anything, though."
Tony gave a laugh that wasn't a laugh. "You want to bet. Come on. We don't have anything to do anyway. Let's go up and say hello."
Sherry hesitated, then remembering all the years that her father had lied to her and his jealousy over Tony, she suddenly said, "Okay, let's go."
They took the elevator to the fourth floor and went down to room 416. Tony raised his hand to knock and Sherry stopped him. "I don't think this is a good idea," she said. "I mean, why should we bother them even if they are screwing? To hell with it. Let's go."