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Danny's phone started ringing, and he lowered the volume of the tv, taking the phone out of his pocket.
Terry Benedict. Danny frowned. What Terry wanted from him?
They hadn't spoke to each other in more than a year, after Danny had left Benedict's office after the Bank job. What did he want now?
Danny shook his head, and decided to answer.
"Hello?"
A little hesitation on the other side. "...Ocean?"
"Yes, Terry, it's me. What do you want?"
"We have a problem".
We? Danny frowned again. "What do you mean we have a problem?"
"Bank knows about my involvement in the job against him. I don't know what else he knows".
Danny felt his eyes going wide open with surprise and alarm.
"What? How do you know?"
Terry sighed, and then he started telling the story.
The night before Terry had participated in a business dinner with many other hotel and casino owners. It was just a yearly dinner, organized by the owner of the Luxor; the kind of social event that was better to attend. There, Bank had approached him, right after dessert.
"Hello, Terry. It's nice to see you".
"Hi, Bank. I didn't know you still had a hotel in Vegas".
"I don't. But I know many people, so I got invited anyway. But see.. I am actually thinking of building another hotel here".
"That's nice. I hope you have more luck than with the other one".
Bank put on a slick smile. "That, of course... if you and your friends will allow it".
Terry frowned. "What do you mean? You don't need my permission".
"No. But last time you, Ocean and his friends created me a lot of problems".
Terry felt his own smile disappear. "I don't know what you are talking about".
"Oh, I think you do. You were behind that stunt that forced me out of my hotel".
Terry shook his head. "Bank, you're delusional. Whatever happened to you and your hotel was only your fault. Why would I have done it?"
"Because you hate me", answered Bank, smiling dangerously. "But see, I know more than you think. Be careful, Terry, and watch your back".
With that last threat, Bank left.
Danny covered his face with a hand. "That's exactly what he said?" he asked.
"Yes. exactly what he said".
"And he said 'Ocean and his friends', plural?"
"Yes, plural".
Danny sighed. "How did he figure it out?"
"I have no idea," answered Terry. "But what do we do, now?"
"I will tell you what you will do. In a few minutes I will send you an address from a burner phone. You take your car and you go there immediately. Actually no, don't take your car. Take a different car. Do you have access to a burner phone?"
Terry was silent for a moment. "Yes, I do".
"Great. Text me from that phone, so I will have the number. From now on, all our communications will be from burner phones, do you understand?"
"Yes".
"Good. Now, I will tell the others and I will see you in a few hours at the address that I'm about to send you".
Danny closed the phone call abruptly, and put his face in his hand. Damn.
A few hours later, Terry stopped the car at the address that Danny had sent him. It was a hotel in Los Angeles, "The Infinity Hotel". He had never heard of that.
He asked himself briefly why Ocean would send him there, but everything was clear when he saw the person that was coming out the main entrance to greet him.
"Hello, Terry! Welcome to my new hotel!", said Rusty Ryan, smiling. "Danny told me to wait for you. And who are these lovely ladies you brought?"
Still smiling, Rusty looked from Terry to the tall, red haired woman and the little girl next to him.