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Lynne
Valentine Day Fantasy II
An evening at the Shenandoah Club.

My name is Verna and I have been a widow for 3 years, my husband Leo passed from this world leaving me an empire to run. Good help is really hard to find and my assistant, Tim, is better at bartending than he is at assisting me in running these rackets. I was in serious trouble, threatened by a rival gang leader, Lonny Jaspers.

Then last night in walked my old lover, Tom Reagan. Imagine my surprise. I was wearing a Navy Blue silk evening gown and hadn't changed much in the last 10 years. Neither had Tom. Oh, we both looked a little the worse for wear but there was still that old chemistry. I knew my troubles were over and that Tom would find the "smart play". I knew we would pick up where we left off before I thought Tom had killed my brother, Bernie.

Jan

As the smoke swirls and clears in the woosh of his wake I sense an urgency of purpose in this man that I'm not accustomed to as he cozies himself up next to me and takes the empty bar stool at my side.

"God Verna, you're looking as good as ever", Tom shares a warm breathy whisper into my left ear just three inches above the spot on my neck that he knows turns me into your basic unbrideled wild and relentless nymph. His knee and the side of his leg press against mine in my chair emmitting an undeniable animal heat..or is it just the rush and urgency of his agenda still unknown to me? He wants something from me there's no mistakeing that and by his demeaner I'm pretty sure what ever it is ; if I can provide it he will be willingly accomadated .As my thought processed are melted in the steam of his pressance I feel my will being drained and ratioalized- Same old Tom... and he knows....same old Verna.

Lynne
Chapter 2

Tom pulled me to my feet and said softly, "Verna, I hear you are in trouble. Maybe I can help. Maybe I can give you the smart play." I tremble at the sound of his voice. "Oh Tom, the smart play would be for you to leave right now, Lonnie is dangerous, he is ruthless." I feel the old magic washing over me as Tom's blue eyes take hold of mine in that old familiar way. It's as if the last 10 years never happened. He pulls me closer and--------

Elendili

and...................

whispers in my ear. "You're not getting rid of me that easily, honey". He grabs my elbow, tosses some cash on the counter to pay for our drinks and ushers me out the door. I know where we're going. I always know where we end up.  With Tom it's inevidible.

Joy
The Saga Continues...(I couldn't resist!)

The sheer curtains, at the open window, ruffle in the cool midnight breeze. I watch as they dance, then rest, hanging down, then dance again. The shadows of the fragrant night play across Tom's hat, back in place on my dresser. It feels so familiar, so comfortable, lying here next to Tom. The passion of our first intimate embrace in ten years has been

satisfied, for the moment. I smile. Tom hasn't changed. As much as I miss my sweet Leo, no one could stir my desire like Tom. He sleeps silently. My gaze travels to his handsome face. The same noble nose, the black tousled curls falling down on his forehead. The same, but yet somehow different. I don't think I know...wait, yes, that's it. I have never seen Tom sleep before! I smile again and move closer, fitting my body naturally into his caress. I rest my head on his smooth chest, listening to his soft breathing. Let him sleep. He'll need it. When he realizes what we're up against, he may wish he never came back...

Lynne
Tender at last

I wake to find Tom standing at the window looking out at what must be a familiar view. He hears me stir and turns, looking at me almost solemnly. He is wearing the navy blue silk robe that he left at my place 10 years ago. I had it carefully hidden on the top shelf of my closet all these years. Sometimes when I was alone, I would take it down and wear it remembering the passion only Tom could stir. His eyes are tender and loving. I wonder at that, tenderness was not part of our relationship in the wild days of our youth.

Tom comes over to the bed and sits down beside me touching my hair. We don't need to speak for a long time, we just embrace the feelings that come flooding back. Finally Tom says softly, I have missed you, I didn't realize how much until last night.

I ask him where he has been and why he came back. He tells me he has been in Los Angeles, he is now in the movie business. He says that Tim wrote him to tell him Leo was dead and I was in trouble so he came back. He asks me to tell him about Lonnie and how he is a threat. I tell him that Lonnie ....

BP
This is Lonnie Jaspers

I tell Tom that Lonnie is now the head of the Italian gang. Seeing his surprise in those blue eyes, I went on to say: Yes, after the night that Caspar, the Dane, and ... and Bernie were killed, Leo thought that gang would just fade away. After all, Frankie was all bluster and Tictac could not make decisions. Then a scrawny little kid, an underling of Caspar's, began to give him advice. A few years later, Tictac died in a mysterious "accident" and the kid, Lonnie Jaspers, took over the gang.

In the meantime, Leo and I had married. Prohibition was repealed and clubs such as the Shenandoah Club were not only legal but popular. We were even having floor shows. One night, Tommy Dorsey's band was there, featuring a young singer. I think his name was Frank Sinatra. He was quite good. In spite of the depression, Leo was prospering.

Then Leo died. Lonnie had nothing to do with it. It was heart failure. As I took over, I learned that Lonnie now owned half the town!! A little more investigation showed me that he had taken over those businesses after their owners had died under mysterious circumstances!! Jaspers had just been biding his time. He wouldn't rest until he had us, too. He particularly hated the fact that I now run the gang. I am afraid he will prepare a mysterious accident for me, too. Oh Tom. What can I do? I was always the strong one, daring you to intimidate me, but...

Oh, there's another thing. The older Lonnie gets, the more he looks like EDDIE DANE!! The Dane didn't have a son, did he?

Elendili
A son??

Tom pursed his lips. Yes it was possible Eddie had a son. Eddie really got around and he'd want any offspring kept quiet lest they suffer the same fate he eventually did. But was Lonnie really the Dane's son? "You're all rough on the outside",he said. "People expect you to be rough on the inside too. We're gonna have to show them you are". He pulled me to him and kissed me hard, his hands kneeding my buttocks. "Lets get you ready". He grinned wolfishly.

Joy
A Kiss For The Books

"Yeah", I whisper, my voice catching in anticipation, "Let's do plenty." I run my hands through his thick hair, pulling his face back to mine. I control the kiss this time, pressing my lips softly to his generous mouth, then leaning in harder to taste his essence. Kissing Tom was always pure pleasure, but this was one for the books. Not daring to breathe, we stay in the kiss, long moments after it should have been broken. I can't open my eyes. I'm afraid he will disappear when our lips part. Is he really here or just a long forgotten memory of past desire? I feel his hands, rough but somehow tender, roam restlessly over my body, bringing me back to reality. He pauses only to toss off his silk robe. My green eyes meet his blue and in silent agreement we move back under the sheets to continue what we started last night.

After, Tom just holds me. Words are unnecessary. Passion like ours is hard to satisfy. It can only be delayed. I would wish to spend the rest of my life lying here wrapped in Tom's arms, but if Lonnie Jaspers has his way, that will be a short time...

Lynne
Lonnie and Tom

Tom reminded me that Johnny Caspars had killed the Dane because of the subterfuge he (Tom) had in play back then. He said that if Lonnie was, in fact, Eddie Dane's son then revenge could be his motive for wanting to take over. And there is NO stronger motive. Tom said that Lonnie would consider it a bonus if he was involved. He might even consider it a challenge.

It began to dawn on me that if Lonnie was really the Dane's son and wanted to avenge his father's death, perhaps he had been pushing my organization and me in order to lure Tom back. I looked at Tom, perhaps seeing for the first time the nobility he was capable of. I had not forgotten what he had given up on Leo's behalf. It was clear to me now that Tom had come back to take on the battle that he believed was really his.

Lynne
Tom and Verna and Lonnie

It had been a night to remember, one I would never forget and one that made me hunger for more. He looked far away as he buttoned his shirt. I wondered at how little he had changed. But there was a sadness in his eyes now when he looked at me that hadn't been there before.

I knew he was planning how to handle the situation, deciding what was the smart play. But I knew too that Lonnie was no Johnny Caspars, he would not be so easily manipulated. Lonnie looked like Eddie Dane and he was as brutal. I had only met him once just before Leo died. Now I remembered that he made Leo nervous and Leo had remarked that he wished Tom was around to help him figure out what to do about Lonnie. Well Tom was back but for me it was a mixed blessing, I was so happy, so ecstatic to be with him again, but I was afraid for him as I had not been afraid before.

Tom heard me stir and .........

BP
Let's get started
 
and said. "You'd better get ready. We've got a hard job ahead of us." As I dressed, I told Tom a little more about the situation. "First," I said, "don't go betting on the horses. It's dangerous. Just before Leo died, Lazarre was killed in an automobile accident. Now, one of Lonnie's men runs the bookmaking joint. I'm sure he won't stop with a beating to get what Lonnie wants." Tom smiled, remembering his run of bad luck ten years ago.

"Now, who knows you're here?" "Only Ted the barkeeper, you know. I bet it threw him for a loop, my tossing cash down for our drinks when I was with the owner of the joint. Ten years ago, they would have gone on a tab. Now, what has been happening?" "Well," I said, "some of my men have been dying in weird accidents. They are always my strongest and most dependable. The police are ruling them ACCIDENTS." Tom frowned and then smiled remembering O'Doole, constantly chewing on a match and saying, "Since I'm just the chief around here." I quickly say, "O'Doole retired about five years ago. No one "owns" the police now. Leo felt like he didn't need to after Casper's death and the repeal. The present chief is completely honest and impartial.

I told you earlier that I was afraid of a possible "accident" happening to me. But, actually, Lonnie has been saying around town that he was going to take over my corporation. Then he would make me the least among his women, always at his beck and call." Tom's eyes flashed with anger. Then they looked appreciative as he gave a low whistle. "You are still gorgeous," he said as he drew me towards him for one last kiss. This time, we reluctantly parted and I leaned my head on his shoulder. I know I am an independent broad and think I can take care of myself. But it was soooo good to be able to lean on that shoulder,
though I was so afraid for him.

Then Tom said, "I'd better make my presence known? Is Dead Terry still with you?" "Yes," I said. "Well, let's get this show on the road," Tom said. As we left the room, I looked at him, and noticed the sad expression was still there, though he was smiling.

Joy
At the Shenandoah
 
"The place looks good," Tom remarks, as he holds open one of the double gilt-glass doors for me. "You've done a lot with it. I didn't notice last night. You distracted me." With a wry smile, his blue eyes travel from my head to my toe. And I loved it. If I were any other woman, I would have blushed.

Paying no attention to the people who are getting ready for the evening's business, we walk over to the bar, just as the clock above it strikes twelve noon. Tad (notice to everyone writing this story, this is his real name) was busy behind the bar, restocking for his evening crowd. He looks up and says, "Tom, it's good to see you." Tad extends his hand and they shake, warmly. I said, "Tad, why didn't you tell me that you knew where Tom was?" "He told me not to," Tad said. Tom shrugs, but his eyes are not on us. I follow his gaze to the other side of the large room where two men are talking. Tom asks, "Who is that with Louie?" "Oh, that's just Fred Burns, my new accountant," I answer. "He's from Chicago. He's doing a great job. He's put all my finances in order."

Tom continues to watch them as Louie, a sweet-faced, round man, points over to us and nods. As Louie turns and walks off, Fred, a sharp-faced, short, thin man continues to stare at us. Then he suddenly turns and darts out the back door. Tom looks back at me and says, "Do you trust him?" ....

Lynne
Follow the Money
 
"Yes, I do trust him." I said. "When did you hire him?" Tom asked. I thought for a minute trying to remember just when Fred came to work for me. "Not too long after Leo died I realized I knew nothing about his, OUR financial affairs. You know Leo, he never trusted the financial stuff to anyone. But I was having trouble pulling everything together. Louie came to me one day and told me about a friend of his who was a wizard with money. I asked him to bring him to see me. After I talked to him I thought he could do a good job for me but I still had Louie check him out."

"What did Louie find out." Tom asked. "He said he was ok." I answered. "Why, do you know something about Fred?" Tom looked down at his drink, twirling the ice in his glass, an old habit that I had forgotten. He seemed to be pondering something, letting it roll around in his head before he spoke. Finally he said he wasn't sure about anything yet, then he smiled that sly smile looking at me with those compelling blue eyes and pulling me to him. Once again I was lost in his embrace. Tad cleared his throat to let us know that customers were starting to arrive.

We went up to Leo's old office. I went in and sat down at Leo's old desk. Tom had stopped just inside the door. He looked around with a sad, nostalgic look on his face remembering the many, many hours he had spent with Leo in this room. I went back to him and took his hand, then I put my arms around him to comfort him. Leo had been like a father to him for many years and despite their falling out Tom still had strong feelings for Leo. We moved to the old couch and sat down. I had changed nothing in this room, it was impossible to remove the Leo's spirit from the dark panelling, the furniture.

I asked Tom what he was thinking about. He looked at me with that faraway I'm thinking and planning look and said, tell me more about "Lonnie and ...Fred....."

BP
BOOOM! ! ! ! ! !
 
Louis told Leo and me how you saved his life, Tom, on the day Caspar had his place bombed. How did you manage to talk Bert and Rooster out of shooting him?" I ask. "Never mind that now," Tom breaks in. "How long has Louis known Fred Burns? How did he meet him? You know how trusting Louis is." Was it possible, I thought. Have I welcomed a spy into our midst? If so, I have put him in the position to leak ALL our financial secrets to Lonnie. As if he could read my mind, Tom takes my hand in his and says, "Don't worry, sugar, we'll work it out." Then he kissed me tenderly on the forehead. I didn't know how we could, but it was a relief just to know Tom was here.

There is a knock on the door. Dead Terry has arrived. He is a man with shocking white hair. He has been very dependable and loyal to both Leo and me over the years. "Welcome back, Tom," he says. "I wish it was under better circumstances."

BOOM!!!!! Suddenly, we hear a loud explosion and screams outside. Terry, Tom and I rush down the stairs. The gilt-glass doors are now badly cracked, but Tom and Terry manage to pry them open. Right in front of the club, I see the smoking ruins of my car. "Where's Jim, my driver? He was out here checking the car." Terry, after talking to several witnesses, tells me sadly, "I'm sorry ma'am. He's dead."

I am in shock. Tom and I look at each other. His face is white. His strong arm reaches over and draws me close. Has Lonnie Jaspers struck again??? ...

BP
Answering myself, somebody had to.
 
Sirens scream as emergency vehicles pull up in front of the club. The police captain, Brian Murphy, comes up to us. He looks surprised to see Tom. Then he says to me, "Are you all right, Mrs. O'Bannon?" "Yes," I answer, "but Jim ----" I couldn't say any more. Brian says, "Louie called us when he heard the explosion. Tom, why don't you take her inside now. I will talk to the witnesses here." Inside, Terry phones to arrange for the doors to be repaired before tonight. Tom and I go back to my office--Leo's office. I am determined that the club will open tonight. AND I will be there! I can't let Jaspers win.

Later, we go back to my house to change. I put on a dark red evening dress. Tom is soooo handsome in a tuxedo. He must have brought it with him from California. Suddenly I realize that I have never seen him in one before. Ten years ago, Tom was the only man who came regularly to the Shenandoah in a business suit! I am so afraid for us. I don't feel safe at the club. I don't really feel safe anywhere. Tom senses my mood and draws me to him. "Just for luck," Tom says as we kiss tenderly.

As they say the show must go on and for awhile that's what happens. Tom stays close to me and watches everything. Nothing escapes his notice. I put on a such a good front, laughing and greeting people, I should be an actress. Tom keeps a close eye on the door. A tall man comes in with a beautiful woman on each arm. Tom stiffens. It is Lonnie Jaspers. Even wearing a tuxedo, Lonnie exudes an air of viciousness. Yes, he does look like Eddie Dane. I shiver, remembering the night the Dane broke into my apartment, killing both of my guards and intending to kill me. Tom, also, has bad memories of him. I heard that he was almost killed by the Dane several times. Lonnie comes up to me. "Mrs. O'Bannon," he says. "I am so sorry to hear about your misfortunes." Then he turns to Tom....

Lynne
The first confrontation
 
"Tom, you probably don't remember me, it's been a long time." Lonnie said with a sly smile very reminiscent of Eddie Dane. He still had his arms around the two beautiful women with him. Tom smiled that crooked smile and said with almost deadly calm, "sure I remember you, Lonnie." Because I knew him so well, I knew that Tom was scrutinizing Lonnie very carefully and at the same time giving Lonnie nothing. Somehow my fears were beginning to ebb and my confidence was growing. I was so glad Tom had come back.

"Will you be with us long?" Lonnie said with a bit of a sneer in his voice, again reminiscent of Eddie Dane. "That depends," Tom said with the same deadly calm. "On what?" Lonnie asked with the same sneer in his voice, "on Mrs. O'Bannon's misfortunes?" "Maybe," Tom replied. Clearly they were taking the measure of each other. I could see that Lonnie was trying to provoke Tom into showing some kind of nervousness or fear but it just wasn't happening. Tom simply wouldn't be provoked. He really hadn't changed, Tom would write the scenario of what was to come and react only when absolutely forced to.

Lonnie realized this wasn't going anywhere and so he nodded his goodbyes and guided his "ladies" to a table. Tom walked slowly with me to the dance floor, taking me in his arms with the same old familiarity he had 10 years ago. We glided around the floor, so comfortable with each other, to the sweet romantic strains of an Irving Berlin ballad. I was glad this initial confrontation was over but I knew that Tom would not truly be mine until he had resolved this problem with Lonnie. Even though his face betrayed nothing, I could feel the wheels turning as he looked for the smart play.

Lonnie didn't stay long and left a bit disgruntled, as if he hadn't quite gotten what he came for. Tom and I were still dancing when he left but I knew Tom had been aware of Lonnie every second even though nothing in his demeanor would have given that impression to anyone else. We finished that dance and started upstairs to the office. Tad nodded at Tom and I wondered about that -- what did Tad know that I didn't................

BP
Miller's Crossing,The Sequel continues.
 
In the office, we collapse on the couch in relief, temporary though it may be. Then I say, "Tom, what was that between you and Tad?" "Well, as soon as I got settled, I wrote my first letter to him," Tom answered. "I had left you and Leo behind, two people that I really cared about." He smiles that crooked smile. It stuck me that he had never admitted that before, as Tom continues. "And I wanted to be sure you both stayed all right. When a letter gave me the news of Leo's ... death, I felt like I had lost a ... a... father." His voice breaks, so I put my arms around him to comfort him. I have had 3 years to grieve for Leo, but by coming into this office today, Tom was just beginning to feel the reality of his death. Then Tom continued, "I wanted to come to his funeral, but I received Tad's letter too late. Afterward, I wasn't sure you wanted to see me. You DID tell me to 'drop dead' the last time we spoke." Now I smile wryly. Looking at him now, I couldn't imagine saying that. But I was a harder person then... we both were.

"Let's get back to the present," I say. "Tom, Lonnie is pressuring me to sell out to him at a loss." Tom nods. I am surprised to realize he already knew. "According to Fred Burns", I go on, "We are losing money and must sell to Lonnie ...or go bankrupt." Tom pauses long before he replies, "Never trust anyone... without reason. The explosion was a warning. Jaspers is smart. He didn't plan to kill anyone. He doesn't want his name connected with your 'misfortunes'." The expression on Tom's face is dour.

Do I have a reason to trust Fred? But if Fred is telling me the truth, if we are in such bad shape financially, why does Lonnie want to buy? Is it just for more power? Or is it just to control me? We have so many questions, but no answers...

Lynne
Re: Miller's Crossing,The Sequel continues.
 
Tom got up and went to the liquor cabinet, nothing had changed, everything was just as it had been the last time he was here in Leo's office. He fixed drinks for both of us and came back to the couch handing me a drink. He sat down next to me again and put his arm around me protectively. "Verna," he said quietly, "I've actually been in town a week." "A week?" I repeated blankly. "Why didn't you let me know you were here?"

Tom got up again and leaned against Leo's desk, twirling the ice in his drink. "I wanted to check a few things out before Lonnie and some others knew I was back in town."
I had to smile, that was Tom alright, calculating as ever. "What did you check out?" I asked. "You," he said gravely. I felt an overwhelming fear shoot through me.

"Why were checking on me, Tom, did you think that I was working a grift on you? Did you think that I told Tad to send for you?" I felt tears welling up in my eyes. The same old Tom. No heart.

Tom put his glass down on the desk and quickly came back to me. He put his arms around me so gently and looked into my eyes. I could never resist his eyes. He shook his head and said softly "I was checking on your finances and the man that is handling them. I wanted to see if things were really as bad as Tad said they were."

"Are they," I asked. "You, your businesses are in very serious financial trouble, Verna, and have been for several years -- even before Leo died." "What," I said, I was in shock. How could that be.

Tom went on: "Leo must have stopped paying attention at some point. Lonnie is in a much stronger position than you thought. We have some serious work to do here. Are you up to this? It could get very dangerous." I put my arms around his neck and pulled closer to him. "And what about Fred," I asked.....

Joy
Like Old Times
 
"Tom, I always trusted Fred before today. I never thought I had a reason not to." I hold him tight. "Do you think he could be a spy for Lonnie Jaspers?" My voice is pleading as my eyes search his for answers. Even when Tom is silent, his eyes speak volumes. They narrow, as Tom asks, "When did Fred first tell you that the club was losing money?" I pause, thinking back, "Just a couple of months ago. Oh, Tom! Do you really think he's a spy?" "Yes," answers Tom quietly. "Why?" I can't read his face this time. "Let's just say, I've heard a few things this week," he says, cryptically, "and we need to find out more."

Tom's eyes soften. He kisses me gently but quickly and gets up. For a moment he is silhouetted against the arched window behind Leo's desk. Fleetingly, I wonder why Tom left ten years ago. Why hadn't he stayed to take over when Leo died? Taking my hand, Tom says, "Come on, Angel, I'll take you home. We'll confront Fred in the morning."

As we come down the stairs, Tom stops Terry. "Terry, tell Fred Burns to meet us in Verna's office at 10 in the morning. Tell him to bring the books." "Sure, Tom," agrees Terry. Then he turns to me. "Verna, do you need a couple of the guys to see you home? You can't be too careful after today." "No, thanks, Terry," I say. "I'll be all right." "I'll look out for her," adds Tom. I'm so glad he's here.

The moon is brilliant tonight, and its light cast deep shadows in front of my house. Almost before the cab is out of sight, two men come out of those shadows. As a roundhouse punch lands square on Tom's jaw, they grab me. Tom slugs one, but three more immediately join them. "Tom!" I scream out as their grip tightens while the others start to work over Tom. Though he gets in a few good punches, he is outnumbered. Two men hold him, while the third lands blow after blow. Soon, to my horror, Tom sinks to the ground. "Like old times, isn't it, Tom?" says one of the men. I recognize him as one of Lazarre's former enforcers now in Lonnie's employ. He sneers, "Verna .. Mrs. O'Bannon, you have 24 hours to make the right decision. The boss doesn't want you hurt, but Tom, you're a different story. Consider yourself warned. Stay out of this or else." Mimicking his former associate, he adds, "The boss said we didn't have to break anything...this time." He tips his hat and says, "Take care now."

As the five leave, releasing me, I run sobbing to Tom. He looks dazed, but insists that he is all right. But as we enter the house, he has to lean on me for support. I help Tom get into bed and then join him. This time, I hold him. Tears are in my eyes as I look at that handsome face, bruised and bleeding. I'm responsible. I kiss his forehead tenderly and smooth his hair. "Ouch!" Tom smiles up at me ruefully as I notice for the first time, thin lines of gray at his temples. Tom closes his eyes, tossing restlessly. I lie there unable to sleep. I wonder if either of us is up to this. Now that I have Tom back, I don't want to lose him...

Nancy
Shortest Sequel in Film History
 
"Tom, you dirty rat. Last time I saw you, I told you to drop dead. Seeing as you didn't see fit to take my advice, this time I'm going to help you out." BANG!

Lynne
Dreams and Different Strokes
 
I woke up with an awful start and reached frantically for Tom. He was still there, to my great relief and I began to cry softly putting my arms around him and burying my face in his chest. He stirred and pulled me even closer. "Bad dream, Angel?" he mumbled groggily. "Yes," I said trying to hide my tears, "but it's alright now, you're here with me." "Yes, I am," Tom said,"we'll figure this out tomorrow. Trust me on this."

The next morning Tom was up and dressing when I woke up. I had slept only fitfully the night before, the dream had really shaken me. I asked Tom where he was going, I didn't want him to leave, I knew the danger was very real. He smiled that crooked smile and tried to reassure me but it wasn't working. He said he had to go out and see some people and take care of some business. I said I wanted to go with him. "No," he said emphatically. You have no part in this and he left. I shuddered when the door closed behind him.

Jan
to continue: agitation would
 
not leave me as I looked out the window to see Tom walking down the sidewalk and crossing the street....if I hurried , I thought; maybe I could follow him and "watch his back" so to speak- God knows where he was going or what he was up to but just in case there was trouble I had to be there. I quickly got into my jeans and mocs,threw on Toms'favorite blue shirt and his charcoal grey turtleneck sweater - pocketed the hand pistol that I inherited from my mom , snatched a frosted strawberry pop tart out of the box and rushed out the door and down the stairs breathless with the urgency and stealth of a back cat on the chase.

Jan
(home today.... so to play on....)
 
Lord knows I'd be willing to give up most of what's left of my nine lives for my Tom . As he quickly turns the corner I catch up but hold back and sneak a peak just in time to see him grab Fred by the arm and get in his face. Tom spits and speaks loud low and gruffly nose to nose with Fred. Fred whines and cowers sinking as his knees buckle with fear and trembleing. A dark sedan comes squeeling around the corner smashing the post on the sidewalk near Tom and Fred. A gun shot echoes off the still morning lit brick buildings on either side. Tom releases the weight of Freds limp body . It falls from his hands like a sack of potatoes and blood pours from all of his facial orifices and there is a gapeing hole where his left ear was a few moments ago. I feel a pang like a dart in sympathy for the old guy.I'm sure he was just caught in the middle of this mess and coudn't get out. He shoud have come to me and told me, I think ,as the mornig mist surrounds me and I latch onto the corner of the building for support. I slump to sidewalk inspite of my efforts to hang on . The sky spins and black is closing in on my vision.

The sidewalk feels cold; feels good. I open my eyes and there is my angel holding me and scolding me under his breath. "Oh Tom, I'm so sorry" I say as he looks for the mortal wound that I'm sure will take the rest of my nine lives. "I just wanted to cover your back and now how am I going to do that?" I sob. "You're not hit Verna" he says in a low growel. "You've just fainted." "No, no" I protest "I have blood on my hand from where I felt the bullet go into my chest when Fred got shot. It must have gone through him and then hit me too." "It's not blood Verna dear. Here taste. I think it's strawberry pop tart. And just look what it's done to my favorite blue shirt!"

Jan -who loves cliche;the older the better
" And WHAT'S THIS!? he roars
 
"A goddam GUN in your pocket?" "Yes, Hon," I sweetly offer, "but I am glad to see you."

Joy (who also loves cliches)
Shirt tales, guns and poptarts.
 
Tom pockets my gun. "Don't ever put yourself in danger like that again!" Tom's voice is angry, but his eyes are concerned. He helps me up and we walk back to the house so I can change. I can't believe I went out dressed like this. It's 1939! No respectable woman would be caught dead out on a city street in pants. Well, I'm not always respectable, and I guess I was so worried about Tom that I didn't notice what I had put on.

As I change clothes, removing Tom's favorite blue shirt, I reassure him, "Don't worry, Tom. I think the strawberry jam will come out with a little club soda. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have picked up that pastry on my way out, but I was hungry." I don't know why Tom and I were saying 'poptart'. I don't even know what a poptart is!!?

Tom unbuttons the gray shirt he's wearing, "I'm afraid this is the one that's ruined," he comments. I notice for the first time that he is spattered with Fred's blood. I am sorry that Fred is dead but I am so glad it's not Tom's blood this time.

Tom crosses over to the telephone, picks up the receiver and says, "Get me the police...Let me speak to Captain Murphy...Brian?...Tom Reagan...Someone just shot Verna's accountant, Fred Burns...Yeah, he's dead...It happened right in front of Verna. She's pretty shook up. I brought her home...Yeah, down at the corner past her house...OK, we'll see you at the club in half an hour."

Tom hangs up and comes back over to me. "You'll be safer at the club. From now on, we stick together." He draws me close. I study his face. It is bruised from the beating last night and his lip is swollen. We kiss tenderly but hug tightly. I bump against something hard. "Sorry," Tom takes the gun out of his pocket. "Here's your gun," he smiles with a glint in his eye. "But, I am happy to see you."

Lynne
MC movin' On -- Back to the Shenandoah
 
I was so relieved to hear Tom say that we would be sticking together from now on. He had always been so secretive and operated alone. I wondered why he was including me now but I didn't care, we would be together.

We took a taxi to the Shenandoah Club, Tom didn't want to take the car for some reason. He still wasn't explaining anything to me but I wasn't questioning either. When we got to the club, Tad was already there and so was Terry, Tom asked them to come up to the office with us. He looked around the empty club with a look of sadness in his eyes, perhaps remembering the old days when Leo's men were so numerous. Now it was just the 4 of us. I wondered what it was we were protecting or trying to save. Was it so important?

Someone came out of the kitchen. It was a young man I hadn't seen before. He smiled at Tom and said: "Hi, Mr. Reagan, I heard you were back You don't remember me, do you." Tom smiled back, "Yes, I do remember you, Billy, how have you been." "Fine, but I hear you have trouble, I want to help."

Tom looked at the young man very intently and thought for a minute. "Why would you want to help me, Billy." "Eddie Dane killed my father years ago but Lonnie Jaspers killed my brother, Jim, when he blew up Mrs. O'Bannion's car. Jim was her driver. Please let me help you. Lonnie Jaspers is more vicious that Eddie Dane was." Tom looked at Billy, we certainly needed the help but Billy was so young. Tom said, "alright Billy, I want you to make sure the club is locked up as securely as possible and keep watch down here. Let me think about it. I don't want you to get hurt, Billy."

The four of us went upstairs to Leo's office. I knew Tom wanted to talk about what was at stake here and what our options were.

Elindili
Upstairs, Tom poured a drink.........

... and looked out the window. "It's up to you now, Verna. What do you want to do?", he said.
Hugh? What was he talking about. I didn't know what to do that's why he was here wasn't it? "What do you want to do?" , I countered.
"It's simple, either you learn to lead the pack or you back out and let someone else lead. Your choice".
"Well, you're much better at leading than me, you're the best choice".
"No." Tom shook his head. "Not me. Never again me".
I stared at him with my mouth open. What was this all about really? Where was he going? I poured myself a drink.

Lynne
Never Without Reason --
 
I was still trying to absorb what Tom had said as I gazed down at my drink. He was suggesting that I lead this organization. What organization, all it consisted of now was the 4 of us here in this office and one young boy downstairs. I wasn't even sure there was any source of income left to pay them. I had some real estate that Leo had left me but I didn't really know what it was worth if anything.

"Tom, you have been here checking into things for a week. Just what did you find? What exactly is there for me to lead anyway." I asked -- not quite sure I wanted to know. What I really wanted was for things to be the way they were the night Tom came back. I just wanted to run off with him. What did I care about the Shenandoah Club. In the 3 years since Leo died, I had just let things drift. I made sure the bills were paid, I looked at the books for the Club but since prohibition ended, the payoffs and bootlegging had stopped. So the only real income had been from the Club.

Tom looked at me very intently and said, "What I found out Verna is this -- Leo wasn't entirely asleep the last years of his life. He was investing in real estate and now your holdings are quite extensive. The most valuable real estate you now own is 300 acres just outside the city, Miller's Crossing. The Shenandoah Club itself is prime real estate right inside the city. There are also a couple of hotels, some other less valuable properties and of course your home. What Lonnie wants is for you to sell out to him cheap so he can make a killing. He buys cheap from you, gets rid of the last vestige of resistance from Leo's organization and becomes the largest real estate mogul in the city.

The problem is that Lonnie is working with a corrupt city Assessor and plans to make the taxes on these properties so high that you cannot pay them, then if you don't sell, he will get them for back taxes. We have to eliminate Lonnie's threat now before it becomes impossible for you to pay the taxes. Lonnie knew I was snooping around and that's why he sent his goons after me. He doesn't want anything to happen to you, at least not yet. So you have Tad, Terry, me and maybe Billy downstairs to help and we have a limited amount of time.

What do you want to do. You have to decide. Do you want to sell out now to Lonnie and go back to California with me or do you want to fight Lonnie, it could get dangerous, and save Leo's legacy?"

I looked at him blankly, asking myself, What did I want?

BP
WHO shot Fred Burns!!!
 
What did I want? "Tom, I'm stunned. I didn't know I owned that much. I can't make a decision until I take a look at the rest of my holdings. By the way, when did Millers Crossings become so valuable? It's way out in the country." Tom replies, "This town is growing. Haven't you noticed?"

There comes a sharp knock on the door and the kid, Billy, pokes his head inside hesitantly. "Mrs. O'Bannon, the police are here. Captain Murphy wants to speak to you and Tom." "Oh, we were expecting him. Bring him up here to the office," I tell him. When Murphy comes in, he looks at Tom in surprise. "Where did you get the fat lip?" "Ran into a brick wall," retorts Tom glumly. Brian laughs and goes on. "Well, we have some news for you. We have the man who shot Fred Burns." "Already? Who and why did he do it?" I ask while Tom just raises his eyebrows. He doesn't seem to be surprised. "It was the big Dutchman who works for Jaspers. You know, Jan ... uh...uh. I'm sorry, I just can't pronounce his last name. He wouldn't tell us why he did it, but insisted that his boss knew nothing about it," Brian answered. "Do you believe him," Tom asks. "I don't know. But why would Jaspers want Burns killed? Anyway, Jan confessed and, officially, this case is closed," replied Brian. "It is good to see you again, Tom. Without you, things have been quiet around here." Tom smiles wryly. As he leaves, Brian turns and tells us, "I think Jan and Fred had a personal beef. Since Jan is in jail, you folks don't need to worry."

Terry and Billy remain at the Shenandoah, as Tad and the rest of the club staff prepare for the evening's business. But Tom and I are driving out so I can inspect my real estate. First, we have a couple of places in town to check and then we are headed to MILLERS CROSSING.

Joy
Return to Miller's Crossing
 
"I can't believe it," I say as we drive away from my second hotel in the car we borrowed from Tad. I haven't had a chance to replace mine yet. "Now, on to Miller's Crossing." As I say that, Tom's expression darkens. What bad memories does he have of this place? I know that Caspar expected him to shoot Bernie here, but for some reason, he spared him. I don't know how he got away with it. Unfortunately, Bernie was finally killed by Johnnie Caspar.

Leaving the car, we stroll around under these magnificent. trees. "I always heard about this place, but I have never actually been here before. It is really very lovely, kind of peaceful," I muse. "Uh-huh," says Tom with a far-away look in his eyes. What does he see here that I don't? Ghosts from the past? The sunlight streams down through the green canopy of leaves. But Tom looks like he's under a thundercloud. "Tom, I'm so glad you're here." As I put my arm around his neck, I pull his face down and we kiss. I'm hoping that our love can dim the horror of Tom's memories. Our passionate kiss shuts off all thoughts of Johnny Caspar, Eddie Dane and even Lonnie Jaspers. When our lips part, Tom seems more relaxed. He smiles. "Thanks Verna, I think I needed that." We continue walking hand-in-hand, happy to be together, back to the car.

This happy mood is broken when 5 ominous figures step out from behind the car as we reach it. Unfortunately, they are the same ones who attacked Tom last night. When two grab me, I see that they are Frankie and Sal. Then two start towards Tom. Two shots ring out. They fall. Tom and the third man start fighting. Frankie and Sal are so stunned that they just hang onto me, as Tom beats up their leader. When he falls unconscious to the ground, they release me. "Jeez, Tom," whines Frankie. "We didn't want to do it. We're your friends." "You could've fooled me," replies Tom. "But who fired those shots."

"We did," answered Terry as he and Billy came out from behind the trees. Both hold guns. "I'm sorry, Tom," says Terry. "We were worried about the two of you. If no one had bothered you, we would have left you alone." "Thank you. You have probably saved our lives," Tom says. "But Jaspers said 24 hours. That means the show down must be tonight." The enforcer, who is groggily regaining consciousness, finds himself facing Terry's and Billy's guns. "Stay here," Tom continues. "Verna and I will go to the nearest phone and call Brian Murphy. When he comes, you can turn them over to him. See you later."....

Lynne
Return to Miller's Crossing
 
Tom and I drove to the gas station at the edge of the Crossing. Tom got out to make the phone call to Brian and started back to the car when he finished. A car seemed to come out of nowhere and screeched to a stop between Tom and the car I was sitting in. "Tom, Tom", I screamed and I started to get out of the car but Tom called to me -- "No Verna, take off" -- as two of Lonnie's thugs grabbed him. I jumped back in the car and locked the door but they didn't seem interested in me at all. They threw Tom in the back seat roughly and drove off quickly.

I drove sobbing back to where Terry and Billy were waiting for Brian Murphy, I almost fell out of the car and Terry grabbed me to keep me from falling. "Verna, what happened, where's Tom", he asked with fear in his voice. I told Terry and Billy what had happened. Frankie and Sal were standing at the edge of the road, Billy had his gun on them and they were listening to my Frankie said: "I know where they will take him."

Terry, Billy and I looked at Frankie. Terry rushed up to him and grabbed him by the lapels. "Ok, Frankie,"Terry said shaking him violently "where did they take him, tell me and tell me now." "Jeez Terry, let me talk. They will take him to Lonnie's house, you know, it used to be Johnny Caspar's house. It's the house where Johnny killed the Dane and everybody knows that Tom set Johnny against the Dane. I think he is going to kill Tom."

I could hear myself screaming but I couldn't stop. "Please, please what can we do. We can't let Lonnie kill Tom. Terry, Terry, what are we going to do. " Terry put his arms around me again trying to comfort me but it was no good. I could only feel the terror.

Billy told Frankie and Sal to get in the back seat of the car and warned them if they tried anything, he would cheerfully shoot them. At that moment I didn't think of how cool Billy was behaving. I could only think of the danger Tom was in and pray that he was still alive. To think of him in the hands of Lonnie Jaspers terrified me to the point of hysteria. Billy said he had an idea. Terry and I looked at this young man that neither of us knew very well and found ourselves listening intently, hopefully to his very dangerous idea.

Billy said he knew where Lonnie lived and that he would go there and try to get in to find out if they did have Tom there, and if they did, what they were planning to do with him. He said Lonnie might be using Tom to put pressure on me. He said that Terry should tell Brian Murphy what had happened when he finally got there and try and get him to follow Billy to Lonnie's. Terry and I could only agree but I insisted that Billy take me with him. I wasn't totally useless and I desperately wanted to do SOMETHING. Billy and I left in the car, Terry stayed with Frankie and Sal waiting for Brian. He promised to send Brian as soon as he got there.

BP
Can we rescue Tom?
 
Yes, I desperately want to do something to help Tom. But what can I do when I am so terrified for him that I am numb. I fight to regain control of my emotions. But every time I close my eyes, I can see Tom sinking to the floor of Lonnie's house in a pool of his own blood. I remember hearing that Johnny Caspar always told his men to use two shots...one to put a man down, and then always put the second one in the brain. For awhile, I shudder uncontrolably. But wait, Billy was just a boy ten years ago. How much DOES he know?

"Billy," I ask, when I can finally speak conherantly. "I heard that this house was the home of Caspar and his family. He even had a butler. Has Lonnie turned it into an armed fortress? Or does he use it to keep up his appearance as a legitimate, successful businessman?" "I think it is now his home," Billy answered. "I have friends who have accepted invitations to parties there. They were very lavish ones."

I look closely as we draw near the house. Is it there?  I touch Billy on the shoulder. "Look! There IS s dark sedan parked in the driveway." But is it the same one? This is the same house where Caspar killed the Dane. My heart was in my throat as I recalled something the enforcer said when we were attacked at Miller's Crossing. "Tom, I warned you to stay out of this. I told you that if you didn't, you wouldn't walk away." But thanks to Terry and Billy, Tom DID walk away. But now what? Is Tom already dead, killed by Jaspers himself, to pay for the death of Eddie Dane? Or is Lonnie planning to bring him to the Shenandoah tonight as a hostage. Does he think that if he threatens Tom's life he can force me to sell out? And if I do sell, would he then set Tom free? I doubt it. I don't believe he wants Tom to leave this city alive.

Again, I have to struggle just to be able to talk. But suddenly I think of something else. "Billy, why does Lonnie Jaspers own this house? Johnny Caspar had a wife and a son. It should belong to them. What happened to them?

Joy
Miller's Crossing, The Sequel- Like Father, Like Son
 
"The Caspars? Oh," says Billy. "Didn't you hear. When Mrs. Caspar died a few years ago, all of the Gasparo estate, including this house, was put up for sale. Johnny, Jr. is in the seminary, gonna be a priest. I heard that all the money went to the church. Junior said something about atoning for his father's sins."

Billy looks around. "You wait here, Mrs. O'Bannon. I'll go see if they did bring Tom here." "No, I'm going with you," I insist quietly. "I came to help, not just to wait in the car." Billy gives in. We sneek down the alley to the back of the house. There, we find a small unlocked window. We see no one. Apparently, Lonnie is now so strong that he doesn't fear daytime intruders. Quietly, we make our way to a small back room. Billy whispers, "We can stay here for a while. That door leads to the great room. If we stand by it, we will be able to hear everything." I wonder why Billy knows this. We wait quietly, my heart pounding, but for awhile, we hear nothing. Suddenly, Lonnie bellows, "It's about time! Bring him in."

Billy opens the door a crack, just in time for us to see the two thugs shove Tom into the room. He falls in front of Lonnie, but gets unsteadily to his feet. "You told us to work him over, Boss." I gasp in horror when I see Tom's battered face. Billy quietly closes the door. We dare not be found here. "So it took seven of you to bring in this relic from Leo's old gang." Lonnie's voice dripped sarcasm. "Seven, Boss? We don't know nothin' about the other guys, but on our way out to Miller's Crossing, we saw Reagan, leaving a phone booth, so we grabbed him. But we didn't have no trouble. He was too worried about that dame." We hear a door close. My hands are sweating. I am terrified for Tom.

There is a sneer in Lonnie's voice as he says, "Well, it's just you and me, Tom. I'm gonna make you pay for killing my father, Eddie Dane." "I didn't kill him," Tom says. "Caspar did." Tom may be unsteady on his feet, but his voice is loud and clear. "Yeah, but Caspar trusted him without question until you came into the picture. You might as well have pulled the trigger yourself. He died, right here in this room," Jaspers' voice breaks. "I'm gonna take you out myself." "The Dane was a cold-blooded killer. Like father, like son, I gues...ugh," Tom grunted. He has been slugged by Lonnie. Tom never did know when to keep his mouth shut. Please be quiet, Tom. I silently pray.

"Don't talk about my father, smart guy," Lonnie goes on. "He was a brilliant man and would be running things now if it wasn't for you. Maybe he wasn't the best father. In fact, as his interest turned to other men, he left my mother. But he was MY father." "Is there a point to this, or are you just brushing up on your small talk?" retorted Tom. Lonnie ignores Tom's insult this time. "For some reason, Verna seems to care about you, Tom Reagan. You're my ace in the hole. She better agree to my terms, or I'll kill you."

"What good would that do?" asks Tom. "Until two days ago, I hadn't seen her in ten years. She doesn't care about me. She married somebody else. You'll probably just make her mad, then she won't do anything for you."

Suddenly, we hear Lonnie's men rush back in shouting, "The police are here!" Lonnie says calmly, "Quiet down. Take him out the back way." We hear a scuffle. Then the door of our room flies open. Tom is dragging his feet, while the men hold his arms carrying him out. Billy smashes the butt of his gun in the jaw of one of them. Having already grabbed a heavy trophy to defend myself, I crown the other man with it. Tom falls into my arms. "Nice of you to come, Angel," Tom smiles. Leaving, we hear Lonnie's oily voice, "Captain Murphy. It is good to see you. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" "It's not pleasure, says Brian. "Do you know that two of your men are dead out at Miller's Crossing?" We hear no more as we exit the way we came. Tom leans heavily on my shoulder. Poor Tom. The car is a block away. How can we get him there?

"Verna, over here." Terry has pulled his car up on the curb next to the house. "You and Tom get in with me. Billy, you go pick up the other car. We can't wait. We have to get Tom out of here." ...

Lynne
Re: Miller's Crossing, The Sequel- Like Father, Like Son
 
Terry drove away as quickly as he could without attracting any attention. I cradled Tom in my arms, I knew that at the very least, his nose was broken, and I was sure that he had other injuries, but we had to get away. I told Terry to take us to the hospital emergency room but Tom protested as strongly as he was able. "Verna, ---no--no, then the police might be called -- ah--- I will be alright, just get me back to the club," he gasped . He was in such pain. I pulled him closer to me stroking his still black hair, remembering how his first thought had been for me. And I also remembered what Lonnie's goon had said about Tom being too worried about "that dame" to give them a fight.

Billy caught up with us in the other car and followed us back to the club. Terry and I almost carried Tom into the back door of the club and up the back stairs. Billy was right after us. Just as we reached the top of the stairs, Tom told us to stop for a minute. He told Billy to move the cars, to put them behind the fence at the back of the laundry next door and then to come back up to the office. Terry went to see how things were going downstairs and to tell Tad to come up to the office and to bring some ice and some towels.

Tad hurried into the office with 2 buckets of ice and an arm full of towels. He had left Terry in charge downstairs. Actually the club was quite busy tonight, surprisingly busy. I couldn't think about any of that. I helped Tom out of his coat and shirt and helped him to lay down on the couch. He winced and gasped every time he moved. I cleaned his face as best I could, then I wrapped ice in a towel and put it on his face.

He complained weakly that he had left his hat in the back of the car that had been used to hijack him. I was impatient -- who cared about that old hat anyway when he was so badly hurt. I raised his shirt and gasped myself when I saw the huge red marks that were already beginning to bruise. There were no open wounds on his body but I worried that he might have broken ribs or worse yet that he might be bleeding internally. My father had died after a beating because he was bleeding internally.

I began to cry. Weak as he was, Tom took my face in his hands and smiled that half smile of his, then he kissed me so gently to reassure me. "I just need to rest for a little bit, I don't think it's so bad," Tom said softly, "We have some planning to do and quickly."

BP
What is there about this man?
 
"This should help you get that rest," I tell Tom as I pour him a drink at the office bar. I stop to get the tin of aspirin I keep in the desk drawer, then I help Tom sit up so he can take two of them with his drink. "You probably need stronger medicine than this," I complain, "but you can't have it 'til a doctor sees you."

After taking them, Tom says, "Actually, Sugar, I was afraid the hospital would not let me out today if they saw me. But you know, I got much tougher beatings ten years ago. Leo even knocked me down a couple of flights of stairs. And I walked away. But I was ten years younger. I was also well lubricated most of the time." Then it struck me that Tom has been drinking very little since he came back.

Leaving him to rest, I go to wash and dress. Leo had expanded the office bathroom, while we waited for our house to be built. And I always keep an extra evening dress here in case of emergencies. This one is green silk. It takes me awhile to repair my makeup after all that crying. As I look in the mirror at my puffy eyes, I wonder what there is about this man that makes me do this.

When I get back, Tom is not asleep. He looks at me appreciatively and manages a low whistle, in spite of his swollen lip. "You're still gorgeous, Verna." "You've said that before, but keep on saying it," I tease him.

As I sit next to him, he takes my hand. I gaze into his face and see that the look in his eyes is so tender, so loving... I suddenly realize for the first time that I truly love this man.

A knock on the door interrupts us. It is Tad with more ice for Tom's face. Tom tells him, "Tad, get Louie to tend bar for you tonight. Then you, Terry and Billy come up to the office. When they all arrive, Tom says, "I'm sure Lonnie Jaspers is furious. Instead of having me to kick around after Brian left, he found only two unconscious flunkies in the side room. Neat trick, you two. But Verna, you put yourself in danger again. I should be mad at you." "But Tom, two men were holding you. Billy couldn't handle both of them," I insist. Tom laughs ruefully. "Verna, I used to tell Leo that you could take care of yourself. I guess I was right.

"Now, how is the club doing tonight?" continues Tom. Terry answers, "Very good. In fact, it is surprisingly busy. But, Tom, there are a lot of strange faces out there. I usually know most of our customers." "Um-hum," grunts Tom. Then he says, "That's good." Now what does he mean by that?...

Joy
"You haven't seen me..."
 
"Now here's the smart play," announces Tom. "You haven't seen me." He winces as he props himself up on his elbow, sliding a little on the leather couch. "As far as Lonnie is concerned, none of you have seen me since his flunkies pushed me into their car by that phone booth. When he comes tonight, looking for blood, you accuse HIM, Verna. You'll know what to say. It'll throw Lonnie off guard. Tad, you go get me a change of clothes. The rest of you behave as if this was just like any other night." Tom carefully sits up. "I'll take care of Jaspers." What's he talking about? He can barely sit up and insists HE is going to take care of Jaspers?

As the others leave, I slip in beside Tom on the old couch. "You know you have to go down there, Verna," reminded Tom. "I'd much rather stay here with you, Tom." I gently take his hand. I don't want to cause him any more pain. "And it's not just because I don't want to see Lonnie." "I wish you could, Verna, but things need to be wrapped up tonight." Tom's voice is urgent. "You must meet Lonnie when he comes. Don't let him think he's winning." We sit quietly for a few minutes. Then he squeezes my hand and asks, "Do ya know I love you, Angel?" I am stunned. Though his eyes have shown his love, this is the first time he has actually spoken the words. He kisses me gently, tenderly at first. I am afraid of hurting him. However, both of us forget this in the passion of the moment. When our lips finally part, Tom's face reveals the pain he feels. Because my tears start flowing again, Tom murmurs, "Don't worry, Angel. Trust me. It'll all work out." I manage a weak smile. Dammit! Now I'll have to redo my make-up again...

BP
What's the rumpus?
 
After putting on another "new face", I reluctantly leave Tom alone on the office couch and make my entrance to the Shenandoah Club, down the Grand Staircase. I go into my act again: smiling, laughing and greeting everyone. But I am so worried about Tom that I can't get the vision of his bruised and battered face out of my mind. Terry is right, though, some of the people I greet are unfamiliar to me too. In fact, some of them even look shifty. As one burly fellow brushes past me, his coat opens a bit, revealing a gun! These are surely the people Terry was worried about. I see that Terry is watching the crowd closely. And why did Billy just nod to one of those strangers?

A long hour or so passes by. Then Lonnie arrives. This time, instead of two beautiful women, he is followed by two men. Oh NO! My heart sinks. These are the two men who kidnapped Tom! One of them has a swollen jaw, obviously the result of the blow he received as we helped Tom escape. I cast a glance at Billy. His face reveals nothing.

Immediately, Lonnie heads toward me. "Mrs. O'Bannon, when you have the time, I would like to discuss that business proposition later tonight." He looks around the club. "I don't see Tom Reagan he--" "Of course you don't," I angrily cut him off, following Tom's instructions. "Where is he? What have you done to him? If you've killed him, I'll see that you get the chair!" One accusation follows the other so fast that, though Lonnie tries to speak, he can't get a word in edgewise. I don't know what else Tom has in mind. But he has been right so far. Lonnie is completely off balance.

I feel a tap on my shoulder and hear Billy's voice in my ear. "Look over there," he whispers. Across the room at an isolated table sits a man immaculately dressed in a business suit and wearing a fedora. The hat brim is pulled down low on his forehead, shading his eyes. But he can't fool me! It's Tom! I have to get to him, so I hurry to his table, not caring who is in my way. Lonnie and his men follow me. Then I collided with the man Billy nodded to. He's wearing a gun, too! What's going on here? But as I reach Tom's table, I freeze in my tracks. Tom has pushed back his hat. His nose and lip are still badly swollen, but his bruises seem to have disappeared.

Tom smiles at me. "Sorry Angel. I only brought one tuxedo with me." Then he turned to Lonnie. "Lonnie, this time it's NOT just you and me."...

Lynne
You Don't Know Anyone -- Not that well!!
 
With a strange kind of glee, Tom looked intensely at Lonnie as he said, "sit down, Lonnie, let's talk." Tom motioned for me to sit beside him. I did and we both looked at Lonnie. "No, Lonnie, it's not just you, me and YOUR goons anymore. Look around you, see some new faces, Lonnie? There are people, my people, here in this room that you don't know, but their presence makes us even, Lonnie. You have to deal with us ALONE -- just you, Verna and ME. So, go ahead and make your proposals.

Lonnie looked around and noticed that there were a number of people that he didn't know but he couldn't be sure they were Tom's men either. He motioned for his goon with the swollen jaw to approach the table. At the "jaw's" first move toward the table, several bruiser types stepped between him and the table and several others just observed the situation but were poised eagerly waiting for action. Lonnie quickly realized that he was on his own but that Tom's men would not interfere unless needed.

Lonnie smiled a nervous but still evil smile. "Alright, Tom, here is my proposal." Tom interrupted: "Make your proposal to Verna, Lonnie, it is her decision to take your proposal or to reject it. She knows very well what is at stake here." "Alright Verna ," Lonnie sneered, "here is my proposal: I will pay you $25,000 for your real estate holdings, that you will lose since you can't pay the taxes, and I will pay you $5000 for the Shenandoah. You should be glad to get that, I know you have been losing money here. You can move on to an easier life with a little nestegg all your own." Lonnie paused to see how his proposal was being received. "I am sure Tom here will make sure you want for nothing," Lonnie snarled.

"Is that it?" I asked incredulous and ignorring his snide, degrading remark. "You bet it is," Lonnie said through his teeth. At that moment he was the spitting image of the Dane and I remembered the ruthless way he had roughed me up in my apartment that day long ago when he told me so cruelly that Tom had killed Bernie and then killed two of Leo's men. I knew that Lonnie had the same ruthless and cruel character the Dane had and I knew we had to be very careful. We were safe here with Tom's men ready to protect us but I knew only too well that we would not have that protection forever. I was surprised that Tom had any "men" of his own.

Joy

Miller's Crossing, the Sequel - Showdown at the Shenandoah

The club orchestra starts a lovely rendition of -I'll Never Smile Again-. Should I accept Lonnie's proposition? Do I really have a choice? If I do accept it, will he give up his revenge against Tom? Or will I be giving him what he wants, while Tom would still be his target. My thoughts are interrupted by Lonnie. "I wouldn't try anything if I were you,

Reagan. You're not the only one with backup here tonight." I stare at Jaspers. I realize that whatever I decide, he'll never leave Tom alone.

The music stops mid chorus. I look at the orchestra and see all the musicians looking at the door. Uniformed policemen, led by Captain Murphy, are pouring in. The Shenandoah has not been raided since prohibition. What's going on? Brian Murphy is joined by one of the strangers. The two of them head toward our table. Then, to my surprise, many of those unfamiliar customers start arresting the men standing next to them. The click of handcuffs is heard around the room. Of course. These aren't Tom's men. They're Federal agents!

Jaspers starts to get up. Murphy warns him, "Not so fast, Jaspers. Mrs. O'Bannon doesn't have to accept your proposition. She should have little trouble paying the taxes she actually owes." Lonnie was speechless, but I asked, "What do you mean?" "The chief has been getting many complaints from other business owners about unfair tax assessments," Brian continues. "What has that got to do with me?" Lonnie asks. "When Agent Fox of the Federal Bureau of Investigation got here with his men today, we took the tax assessor in for questioning. With a little persuasion, he told us that you pay him to hike up taxes on the businesses you are interested in. He has agreed to turn states evidence."

Agent Fox adds, "I am here because Washington is tired of racketeers. We have been doing our own investigation into your business practices, Jaspers. Also, these hired guns of yours are wanted in many other states." Turning to Tom, he apologizes, "Sorry we weren't here sooner, Mr. Reagan. We might have saved you some pain." Tom rises slowly and carefully, extending his hand to shake the agent's, "Don't worry about it. We're glad you're here now." Captain Murphy informs Lonnie, "Lonnie Jaspers, you're under arrest for murder, attempted murder, bribing government officials, and racketeering."

"It's your fault, Tom Reagan!" roars Jaspers, standing up. If I'm going down, you're going with me!" Suddenly, The Dane's monstrous gun appears, as Jaspers draws it. I scream and grab his arm as he fires. Tom falls to the floor in a pool of his own blood. To my horror, my premonition has come true. Simultaneously, Murphy and Fox fire their guns and

Lonnie drops dead. But it's too late. "TOM! TOM!" I scream, falling beside him and holding him in my arms. The threat from Lonnie Jaspers is gone. But that doesn't matter if Tom is dead. "Oh Tom, I can't believe this. How can I go on without you?" I break down completely, sobbing bitterly, clutching him closer and closer. Terry, Tad and Billy all come towards us, but stop when they see my face. They, too, are in shock.

All around me, Federal agents and policemen are rounding up Lonnie's men. But I pay no attention as I cradle Tom in my arms...for the last time. "I love you, you sonofabitch, I love you." My tears fall on his closed eyelids. "Why did you come back just to get yourself killed and break my heart? And it's all my fault. I'm so sorry, Tom. I'm so, so sorry."

I hear my name called quietly, as if from a great distance. "Verna ...Angel?" That sounds like Tom, but it can't be. "I can't breathe. You're holding me too tight," he gasps. "You can't be alive! Why did you let me say all that without telling me." I can't believe I'm mad at him. His blue eyes open and he smiles at me. "Well, it was nice to hear."

"Somebody, get a doctor," I shout. Then quietly to him, "Oh Tom, I thought I had lost you forever. I was just getting used to your being here." Tad comes over to us with a folded towel. He places it over the large wound in the upper left side of Tom's chest. He places my hand on the towel and instructs me, "Hold this tight. I'll be right back."

Tom looks up at me with his expressive eyes, his handsome face marred by pain. Then he whispers, "Verna, will you marry me?" ...

BP
"Where's me hat?

"Verna, will you marry me?'

I have to lean down to hear Tom's soft whisper. Before I could think, I whisper back, "Of course, I will." Because I don't dare take my hand from the towel, I can only kiss his forehead. Then we just look at each other. Tom's eyes soften and I feel surrounded by his love.

Tad returns at this interesting moment. "I've called the doctor. He'll be right over," he tells us. Though Tad is now holding the towel in place, I continue to hold Tom. People are leaving as Terry and Billy help close the club. The orchestra, the staff and regular patrons are only now being allowed to leave. They had to wait until the police had all of their prisoners out.

Finally, the doctor comes. After looking Tom over, he bandages the bullet wound. "An ambulance is waiting out front for you, Tom. I have to take you to the hospital. You were really lucky. Instead of landing in your heart, the bullet glanced off your side. This left a large, shallow wound that bled profusely, but I don't think your life is in any real danger." Tom looked at me. "Verna, you saved my life, when you grabbed Lonnie's arm. You really ARE my angel." "We will have to keep him awhile, so you folks go home for the night. You can see Tom in the morning," the doctor then tells us.

The ambulance attendants are carefully lifting Tom onto their stretcher, when he speaks urgently. "Wait, where's me hat?" To my surprise, Tad hands it to him. They then take him out to the ambulance. As its siren wails off into the distance, I look at Tad. "I can't believe you had his hat available. I thought he had left it in the goons' car this afternoon." "Oh, they brought Lonnie here in that same car, so I just went out and got it," said Tad. "He needed it for his grand appearance, anyway."

I shake my head as I go up to the office. There I remove my blood-stained evening dress and take a bath. Changing into street clothes, I let Terry take me home. I go to bed and try to sleep, but I spend most of the night tossing and turning.

The next morning, Tad and I go to the hospital to see Tom. So that I can have some time alone with Tom, Tad waits in the hall. "Come in, Verna. I'm feeling much better," Tom calls. On my way to his bed, I pause in surprise. Tom's facial bruises are vivid again! But I forget that as I revel in the knowledge that he is alive and no longer being threatened.

How I want to clasp him in my arms, but I can hardly touch him without causing pain. So, I kiss his forehead again. Sitting down beside the bed, we just enjoy being together.

A thought comes to me. "Tom, why did you keep pushing me away ten years ago? Did you really hate me then? Several times, I offered to leave Leo for you, but you always had a sarcastic answer. Then I would get mad and answer you the same way." "It all started as loyalty to Leo," explained Tom. "At first, I thought you were just using him to protect Bernie from Caspar. I was drinking too much. My gambling had got out of hand. But the main thing was, that I feared for my life. I had begun to care for you and didn't want you hurt because of my 'smart play'." "Oh Tom, I wish I had known. But I don't regret my years with dear Leo."

Then the doctor came in, followed by Tad. "Well, Tom, you're out of danger from that bullet wound. Those bruises will heal in time. But you have two broken ribs and a broken nose. Why didn't you come in for treatment? You could have been bleeding internally. And that would have killed you before you were shot." Tom looked sheepish, but answers, "Doc, I had to be at the club last night. Would you have let me out?" "No," the doctor shook his head and left.

I am curious. "Tom, I hear that you have been working with the movies. What did you do?" Tom said, "Of course, I had no chance of beating Clark Gable, etc. out of roles. So I often worked as an extra. Usually, I was the villain's dark flunky, who gets killed a few minutes into the movie. But I spent most of my time working as a stunt man." Tad  laughs, "Yeah, Nobody takes a punch like Tom Reagan they said." Tom laughs too, "Of course, those punches are always 'pulled'. They never hurt. But my experience ten years ago showed me how to react to them."

"But Tom," I interrupt, "What about your bruises? And how did you get downstairs last night?" "I brought a supply of movie make-up with me. That can cover almost anything. At least it would make them appear to have faded." Tad adds, "I helped him dress, and almost had to carry him down the back stairs. But I think he made a grand appearance, don't you?" Tom said, "I didn't want to give Lonnie the satisfaction of knowing how bad I was really hurt by that beating."

Tom's hat sits on the table. That looks natural. But we still have more questions. Why was Fred Burns killed? Had he stolen any of the Shenandoah's money? If so, where is it hidden? How did Billy know so much about Lonnie's house?

Lynne
OH Shenandoah, I hear you calling!

Tom tried to sit up but couldn't quite make it on his own. I held him by the shoulders as gently as I could while Tad cranked up the hospital bed. As I gently eased him back on the pillows, I felt his eyes on me, they were dark with love. It was such a wonderful feeling to openly share my feelings with him but even more wonderful to know, to actually know, that he had loved me all along.

I still had more questions but before I could ask them Brian Murphy appeared and approached Tom's bed with a warm smile and jovial greeting, "Hey Tommy boy, so glad to see you ALIVE!!" He reached for Tom's hand, I knew Brian's robust handshakes so I stopped him --"he has two broken ribs, Brian, blow him a kiss." Brian laughed and blew Tom a kiss. They both laughed, Tom grimacing more than laughing.

"So Tommy, thanks for your help. You too, Tad. We finally rid this town of Lonnie Jaspers. Couldn't have done it without you." I was bewildered -- what on earth did Brian mean. Had they been working together all this time? Tom nodded slightly to acknowledge Brian's gratitude and I noticed that Tad seemed in on it too.

"Alright," I said insistently "what is going on, here. What really happened last night, what exactly did Tom and Tad do to help you, Brian." Brian looked at Tom, as if for permission to tell me. Tom nodded and Brian turned to me a bit reluctantly. "Okay Verna, here it is. Tad came to me months ago to let me know that Lonnie was leaning on you. We had been after him for a long time. He was a murderer, a con man and hell bent on taking over this town by any fraudulent, corrupt or illegal means he could use. He was even more dangerous than Eddie Dane, there was no Johnny Caspers to rein him in. When things got really tough, Tad called Tom and asked him to come and help."

"Thanks, Brian, but that doesn't answer my questions -- exactly how did Tom help you?" I asked again. Brian took a deep breath and went on: " Tom came to see me as soon as he got into town. I told him we, the DA and the police department, were trying to get Lonnie but hadn't had much luck. We did have an FBI agent, Fred Burns, working for you and trying to figure out just what and how Lonnie was coming at you. We knew he had to have something corrupt going on with the Tax Assessor -- the DA had had many complaints and somehow the property in question always ended up in Lonnie Jaspars hands. But we just couldn't tie it together."

Brian stopped for a moment and looked at Tom again, Tom nodded and Brian went on: "Lonnie must have been wise to Fred because just as he was bringing us some information, he was killed by Lonnie's goons. We were able to round them up last night when we raided the Shenandoah." "So Fred worked for the FBI?" I said quizzically. "Yes, Brian said and went on:" he did. He did let us know before he was killed that Lonnie and the Tax Assessor were in cahoots but never got the evidence to us. Tom was able to get that to us when he found the documents that Leo had saved showing the old tax information and compared that with the new tax bills. Clearly there were some shenigans going on and with the information Fred had already passed on we were able to put it all together and nail the Tax Assessor. We needed to connect Lonnie to the whole mess and that was where Tom and Tad came in. We needed to get Lonnie to reveal himself. Tom's very presence challenged Lonnie -- he couldn't resist and so came to the Shenandoah to destroy Tom in front of you, destroying you at the same time. Thank goodness we were ready for him."

That didn't answer all my questions but it did help. I was still in a quandry about a few things that I intended to straighten out. Brian stood up to leave. I grasped his hand and kissed him on the cheek  "Thanks so very much, Brian, for all you did, especially for saving Tom's life." Tom thanked Brian too. Brian smiled that broad Irish smile and left the room.

I turned to Tom, gently taking his hand in mine. Tad seemed to sense that we wanted to be alone and he left the room too. I just wanted Tom all to myself. "I still have some questions, Tom." "Okay, shoot." "Billy," I said. "where does he fit in all of this? He seemed to know so much, especially about Lonnie's house." "Lonnie was Billy's cousin. I knew that." Tom said, "Billy's dad, your driver, was Lonnie's mother's brother. They spent a lot of time together when they were young -- Billy was the little kid following his older cousin around. Lonnie spent a lot of time at Johnny Caspars and often took Billy with him. They played with Johnny's son and roamed that house a lot. Billy just wanted to stay out of it until Lonnie had his father killed. I think that is why it hurt so much and he decided to help us Lonnie may not have known that his Uncle would be in the car when it blew but he knew that he was your driver so clearly he didn't care. Billy realized just what kind of a guy Lonnie was and made his choice."

"So," I said, "Fred wasn't stealing from me, after all. I was right to trust him." "Yes, you were right to trust him. No, he wasn't stealing from you. He was actually trying to protect you. He kept telling you to sell to Lonnie to cover his actions from you and from Lonnie. He would have stopped you if you had decided to go through with it. He actually helped me locate some of your assets. There is a safe deposit box that he found with quite a lot of cash in it. Leo must have stashed it before he died but he just never got around to telling you."

"I have one more question, Tom, and it may be the hardest question to answer." "What is that, Verna," Tom asked so quietly that I looked at him anxiously. He had been under so much stress and he must be very tired. I knew that he needed rest more than anything but I had to know the answer to this one last question. "Tom, why did you leave all those years ago?"

Tom looked at me with those compelling eyes and there was pain in them this time, not pain from his wounds but pain from his heart. " I left, Verna, because I could not bear to stay. I could not stay and watch you and Leo together. I loved you both but I knew myself then and I wasn't sure I was honorable enough to stay away from you even after you and Leo were married. So I left and made a life in California."

The tears rolled down my cheeks and Tom painfully lifted his hand to wipe them away. "So, Angel, let's get married and see where life takes us. Will you do that."

"I already said I would marry you, my darling. I am not letting you walk out of my life ever again."

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