Call To Sanford, Something's Up!

Started by Dixon Steele at Apr 20, 2021 12:35 PM
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Dixon Steele

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"If you need it, I got it, or I can get it!"


The mess with the Sorley kid, Janos, and the others behind them, Dion and Nora had taken their time getting back to Sanford from Tampa where she had waited during the situation at the Pembroke Pines. Not uncommon, as Nora Temple was no gun moll that traipsed around with Dixon. No, that was not her at all.

She never asked about what happened, good or bad, it was, as he had told her, nothing she needed to be concerned about. At times, a difficult task as there were always guns involved, a crime being committed, smuggling in the process, and all manner of danger for Dixon. Be that as it may, it was what Dixon did and it was what provided them with the quiet life in backwater Sanford. The only thing of alarm, the telephone, and at that moment it rang.

Dixon answered the phone calls, even if they were for her, his theory if she didn't know, so much the better. And the fewer who knew of her, the fewer who might consider her a target.

"Hello?"

"It's Kaskie, look there's a bit of a problem up here you should probably know about. Maybe you could take a drive up and have dinner. Please, bring the lady. It will be safe, my word."

"Sure Kaskie, we can do that, be good to get up to Jacksonville, haven't been there in a while. Name the date and time." Dixon responded.

"Tomorrow night be okay?" The Jewish gangster asked."Say about eight, Pascale's on the wharf?"

"See you then. Thanks for the call." Dixon hung up and stood for a moment, mulling over the conversation. Kaskie was one he could trust, and the wharf was a far too public place for any shenanigans.

Nora approached him and he took her hand leading her into the living room. "Herb Kaskie invited us to dinner up in Jax, out at Pascale's on the wharf. Classy joint. Great seafood. He says there's a problem, but he invited you to come along, so likely it's just information."

"Seafood? With you and one of your business acquaintances? I'd be delighted." She replied with her usual dry sense of humor. It was how she was with him, never taking anything too seriously, yet taking every trip he, or they, made very seriously. It will give me a chance to wear the new dress I bought in Tampa."

His eyes narrowed as if he were angry, which she knew he wasn't. "And I bet you'll look good in it, too."

He snickered, "As in the cat's pajamas? You'd look tops in a flour sack!"

"Well, maybe I'll just wear that." She got up and headed out of the room. Yes, he was a lucky man, and a happy one too. Now, about the problem Kaskie has.

TBC

 


Dixon Steele

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"If you need it, I got it, or I can get it!"


It was true that Dixon Steel lived a far quieter life than either Jimmy or Michael, but that was by design. Dixon was a bit older than the other two, had worked his way up, so to speak, to where he was able to live where he wanted, do what he wanted, and spend a lot of time with Nora.

A trip to Jacksonville was just the ticket, he liked getting out, traveling when the demands of his criminal activity did not call for him to be 'on the job,' so to speak. He seemed the easy-going type, but that was hardly the true nature of him. He was cold, hard, and ruthless when the occasion called for it.

He had no qualms about taking Nora with him, as long as it appeared safe. Like the trip to Tampa and this excursion to Jacksonville. He was well aware that there was always that element of danger, and, so was Nora. She knew very well what he did, and who his friends were, and that there were always enemies wherever they might be. A chance they both took and accepted.

The drive up was uneventful, the windows on the Peerless 670, just cruising up Highway 1  until they rolled into downtown Jacksonville and to Strathern Furniture. The front for Kaskie. They parked in front and stepped inside, Nora stepped away to look at some of the floor models while Dixon went to the private office where he was stopped by a 'salesman.'

"Restroom's on the other side." He said pointing across the showroom.

"Dixon Steele, for Mister K."

"Excuse me, sir, you was expected." He opened the door to allow Dion inside.

"Ah Dix, good to see ya. Listen, I got you and Nora set up at the Seminole Hotel, you know where that's at. And," He looked at his wristwatch, "couple hours we pick youse up and off to dinner. But I 'spose you wanna know why I called."

"Sure, yah, that would be good. Better here than over dinner." Dixon replied,

"Okay, we had a problem, hell, we got a problem. Seems one of the boys is tired of takin' orders so he thought he'd branch out on his own." Kaskie began. "Seems he hijacked some of everybody's boys, and they moved south. Name's Emanual Goldenberg."


Dixon Steele

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“Haven’t heard anything, or anyone by that name, yet,” Dixon said. “What’s his angle?”

“That’s what we don’t know. Some talk of dealing heroin, to the chinks, of all people. They may be passin’ off their shit as Chinese Red or Mexican Horse. It ain’t Chinese Red, or the Chinks’d have it themselves. Word is there are chinks dealin’ it, we just ain’t sure where they’re gettin’ the crap. An’ excuse me, Miss Temple.”

Nora simply smiled. It was not her place to say anything, if fact she doubted that she was supposed to hear what had.

“He into anything else that you know of?” Dixon pressed, he needed to know whatever Kaskie or any of them knew, since it appeared that all of the mobs had lost men to Goldenberg,

“Couple of the men he pulled in were ‘strong arms, roughnecks,’ he got Carmine’s ‘box man’, maybe goin’ into the banking business I dunno. The others were just tough guys. But like everybody got burned on the deal.” Kaskie explained, using pet terms for enforcers or fighters, and a safe blower.

“Sounds that way, but it remains to be seen. I’ll get on to O’Rourke about this and start looking into it, maybe pull Gagliano in on it too. This could affect everybody.” Was Dixon’s response. “I mean done the right way maybe it all shakes out, doin’ it this way, somebodies gonna get hurt, an’ hurt bad.”

“You boys don’t get involved in that sort of thing,” Kaskie stated.

“Really? I didn’t know that. Deal is, we either do this together or somebody like him takes us out one by one. Seen it before. What I like about your association up here.” Dixon informed him. “So, we’ll head over to the hotel an’ be ready for dinner.”

“Good. See you in a couple hours.” Kaskie said as Dixon and Nona got to their feet.

“Always glad to help where we can, Herb.” And with that, they left. Both wondering what was in store, and not just at dinner.


Dixon Steele

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The lap of luxury. Exactly what they found at the Seminole Hotel. Kaskie had spared no expense on accommodations for Dix and Nora, that much was obvious. The suite was two rooms, a living room and a bedroom with a large bath. Pretty swanky for a man that asked them to come up for a meeting, even a meeting about trouble in the ranks as he had intimated. 

There were a couple of hours until dinner, that was evident, and that gave them both time to relax and unwind after the drive up from Sandford. They could nap, or not, based on how tired they might be. Nora of course would want a bath, and he a shower. with fresh clothes for the evening ahead.

Dixon was curious. Just who the hell was this Emanual Goldenberg? And what threat did he pose to what organization there already was, both in the North as well as the south. What was his aim? Was he trying to muscle in on Gagliano's turf, which was most of Miami? That would be a mistake, yet, Gag's was busy in the search for the Soleys and any members of their fledgling gang.

A  new threat to any peace would present a number of new problems, depending, of course, on what this Goldenberg was up to. Depending on what his racket was, and whether or not he wanted a war. Open warfare would get messy and attract all the wrong attention. All of this was at the moment unknown, but perhaps Kaskie would be able to shed more light on the subject.

Nora had called for room service and had a pot of coffee delivered to the room, rather than drinks one might think they would enjoy while waiting for dinner, it was how Dixon prepared himself for such situations. Coffee by the open window overlooking Jacksonville, a breeze stirring the drapes. The answers would come, of that he was sure.


Dixon Steele

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"If you need it, I got it, or I can get it!"


Pascale's On The Boardwalk was one of the best seafood restaurants in Jacksonville. It was certainly near or at the top of ‘Places to Be Seen’ in the beach community. Herb Kaskie sent a car for them, as he had promised, and the driver took them right out on the sand, pulling up at the boardwalk entrance to Pascale’s then two well-dressed men escorted them up the stairs and into the restaurant where they turned them over to the Maître d’ who immediately led them to Kaskie’s table. And departed as soon as they were seated.

“Good, I hope everything with the hotel and the ride over was satisfactory,” Herb asked.

“Yes, absolutely first-rate, Herb. Thank you so much.” Dixon replied smiling. It was the way of the northern mobs to entertain guests, and it was what he and O’Rourke tried to imitate for visitors from the north as well and from the south.

Small talk followed, allowing Nora to participate which, when the conversation after the meal would turn to business, she would remain silent. Such was custom within the criminal element, as well as the normal businessman’s meetings.

And after a sumptuous seafood dinner of lobster, crab, and scallops Kaskie opened the business portion of the evening over coffee. “So, Emanual Goldenburg. He has decided, instead of being a total pain in our collective asses up here, to take his shit show south. Excuse me, Nora, I meant no offense.”

Nora simply smiled, she had head far worse.

Kaskie continued. “He has an array of men, some specialists as I had said before. What his plans are, we're not certain, but I guarantee it won't be good for anybody except him. So, we'd like to maybe meet with Gagliano, and we know that you are acquainted with the same, and thought perhaps you would convey our request to him."

"I can do that, Herb." Dixon agreed, knowing that Gagliano would want on the information there was on this Goldenberg fellow. And he was certain that Gag's would want to put a stop to him before he eroded the situation in Miami.

"Good, good. That was my hope when I invited you up here. Ther is a hit ordered on Goldenberg so we'll see what comes of it. That and word has it, he's been snooping around for some hick family, the Sorelys or some such, heard of 'em?"

TBC

 


Dixon Steele

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"Sorelys, huh. Popular family down Miami way. Everybody wants a piece of them. Funny how this stuff goes, some small timers trying to break into the rackets, and presto, everyone's interested." Dixon said. "Galiano wants 'em, and sure Herb, I'll get word to him, maybe set up a meeting halfway? Something like that?"

"That would be exactly what we'd like the thought bein', more eyes lookin' better chance of shutting them done, permanent like!" Kaskie expounded.

"Yeah, I'm sure Gagliano has gotten wind of Goldenberg already, though he may not know much about the man and his associates. I'll need to go down there, Freddie ain't much for phones. Best be able to deliver what we're talkin' about in person."

"Emanual Goldenberg has some of the worst he could find and, some of the best in their field. I'd say he's not quite right in the head, if you get my drift. Beat a guy to death over his lookin' at a dame Goldenberg was interested in, then snuffed her too. Some first date, huh? That's just one instance that says he's plenty dangerous. So the quicker we ice this menace to us all, the better."

Dixon sat back taking in what had been said about this guy. And for herb Kaskie to call him a "menace" was saying something. But Dixon Steele had seen this before. Several times in New York, in fact. Some nut case gets ahold of a bunch of guys that like his style, and in the end, he gets them all killed.

The conversation changed over the seafood dinner, as what needed to be said, had been, There was no sense beating it to death, there was a madman loose and he would have his sights set on revenge against the Alliance, but for that, he would need to take out the leaders of the Miami gangs to build the army he would need to take control of the north. That was the fact of it. Emanual Goldenberg wanted to control everything in Florida, and that meant taking over Dixon, Jimmy, and Michaels business as well. With these guys, no one survived, or at least, that was their plan.

TBC


Dixon Steele

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“We don’t get up here enough these days. This is just the best when it comes to sea food.” Dixon stated. “There’s a joint in Daytona, maybe a couple in Miami that come close, but they just miss the mark, now down in Key West they got aa couple place s that can compete.”

“A place called Little Eddie’s Crab Boat, now that’s another, but in Miami the pirate ship café, I don’t remember the name, but the food is on par with this place. And we don’t get down there enough either.” Nora added.

“Baby here likes her seafood. Me, I tend to go after a good steak.” Dixon commented. Meanwhile, the idea of this Goldenberg mobster stayed with him. The last thing Miami needed was an all-out gang war, and from the sound of things, that’s where it was headed and that meant a lot of people were gonna die, gangsters and civilians. That he didn’t like.

But he wasn’t sure what he personally could do about it, maybe meet with Gagliano. He had said he would try and set up a meeting with Freddy and the guys from up north, provided Gagliano would go along with it. This could be a good thing all around except for the Sorleys and this Emanual schmuck!


Dixon Steele

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"If you need it, I got it, or I can get it!"


Suddenly the idea of dealing with rival mobsters intent on taking over the city, if not the entire state dampened the evening, and before he could finish his dinner, the topic finished his appetite. Immediately he knew that “Baby” would not be going to Miami until things were settled. There was no way on God’s green earth he would risk Nora. Sometimes he knew, mobsters hit family members, girlfriends or, close friends of an intended target. Whether he would be an intended target remained to be seen, but he was involved in an operation that was lucrative, just the thing Goldenburg would want to take over.

The small talk was all but audible as Dixon was caught up in the threat that was this man and his gang of thugs. He sat a gangster calling the man’s mob thugs. However, there was still ‘honor among thieves to consider, and from the sound of it, Emanual Goldenberg had none, just an unquenchable thirst for power. They say power corrupts, yet here was corruption striving for power, more power, all of the power.


“Dix? Honey, are you alright?” Nora asked, after directing a question to him that he obviously hadn’t heard.

“Uh, yeah, sorry. Got sidetracked for a minute. What was that you said?”

“We were comparing some restaurants, where were you just now?” She was concerned, yet she also knew that the wheels were turning for her lover. Though she hoped to be married to him, she also knew he did not want to risk word getting out he had a wife, though she could not be fully aware of this new threat to all of them.

“Not a good place, Baby. Sorry, Herb. This guy sounds like a real threat to everybody. Guess I just got too deep into thinking about it.” Dixon explained.

“I’ll get the check, you two head on back to the hotel, I know you’ve got plans already. So go get ‘em done and keep us in the loop.” Herb Kaskie knew all too well what had happened with Dixon in those few moments. He knew that Dixon Steele recognized the danger that had yet to surface.


Dixon Steele

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"If you need it, I got it, or I can get it!"


Nora looked at the man as they left the restaurant and approached the waiting automobile. She knew that there was a lot going on behind those eyes. She also knew that what had been discussed was volatile information and most certainly none of her business, but she also was aware that Herb Kaskie violated one of those unwritten rules by discussing this in front of her. Was it a respect issue, that he felt she should know what was coming? Or, was it something else. Either way, she now knew what Dixon could be up against.

"Maybe we should skip the hotel and drive south to Miami, Dix." She suggested out of the blue, or so it seemed. "This is not telephone call stuff, this is face to face with Mike and Jimmy."

They got in the chauffered vehicle before he said anything. He took her hand in his. Maybe we should at that. You're sure you want to be involved in this?"

"At this stage, yes. I can always get back to Sanford, darling." She replied in the affirmative. "Besides, there is really no time to waste, is there?"

"No, you're right Baby. Time to fly, because there may not be a whole lot of time left." He said flatly. "We get there, pack it up and check out. Next, we gas up and head south."

End of thread

 


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