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The hotel nurse had come into the room wheeling a cart loaded with medication.

Johnny got up and stared down at Nino, who was sleeping or maybe dying. He knew

Nino wasn't jealous of his getting his voice back. He understood that Nino was only

jealous because he was so

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happy about getting his voice back. That he cared so much about singing. For what was

very obvious now was that Nino Valenti didn't care enough about anything to make him

want to stay alive.

Chapter 27

Michael Corleone arrived late in the evening and, by his own order, was not met at the

airport. Only two men accompanied him: Tom Hagen and a new bodyguard, named

Albert Neri.

The most lavish suite of rooms in the hotel had been set aside for Michael and his

party. Already waiting in that suite were the people it would be necessary for Michael to

see.

Freddie greeted his brother with a warm embrace. Freddie was much stouter, more

benevolent-looking, cheerful, and far more dandified. He wore an exquisitely tailored

gray silk and accessories to match. His hair was razor cut and arranged as carefully as

a movie star's, his face glowed with perfect barbering and his hands were manicured.

He was an altogether different man than the one who had been shipped out of New

York four years before.

He leaned back and surveyed Michael fondly. "You look a hell of a lot better now that

you got your face fixed. Your wife finally talked you into it, huh? How is Kay? When she

gonna come out and visit us out here?"

Michael smiled at his brother. "You're looking pretty good too. Kay would have come

out this time, but she's carrying another kid and she has the baby to look after. Besides

this is business, Freddie, I have to fly back tomorrow night or the morning after."

"You have to eat something first," Freddie said. "We've got a great chef in the hotel,

you'll get the best food you ever ate. Go take your shower and change and everything

will be set up right here. I have all the people you want to see lined up, they'll be waiting

around for when you're ready, I just have to call them."

Michael said pleasantly, "Let's save Moe Greene to the end, OK? Ask Johnny

Fontane and Nino up to eat with us. And Lucy and her doctor friend. We can talk while

we eat." He turned to Hagen. "Anybody you want to add to that, Tom?"

Hagen shook his head. Freddie had greeted him much less affectionately than

Michael, but Hagen understood. Freddie was on his father's shit list and Freddie

naturally blamed the Consigliori for not straightening things out. Hagen would gladly

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have done so, but he didn't know why Freddie was in his father's bad graces. The Don

did not give voice to specific grievances. He just made his displeasure felt.

It was after midnight before they gathered around the special dinner table set up in

Michael's suite. Lucy kissed Michael and didn't comment on his face looking so much

better after the operation. Jules Segal boldly studied the repaired cheekbone and said

to Michael, "A good job. It's knitted nicely. Is the sinus OK?"

"Fine," Michael said. "Thanks for helping out."

Dinner focused on Michael as they ate. They all noted his resemblance in speech and

manner to the Don. In some curious way he inspired the same respect, the same awe,

and yet he was perfectly natural, at pains to put everyone at their ease. Hagen as usual

remained in the background. The new man they did not know; Albert Neri was also very

quiet and unobtrusive. He had claimed he was not hungry and sat in an armchair close

to the door reading a local newspaper.

After they had had a few drinks and food, the waiters were dismissed. Michael spoke

to Johnny Fontane. "Hear your voice is back as good as ever, you got all your old fans

back. Congratulations."

"Thanks," Johnny said. He was curious about exactly why Michael wanted to see him.

What favor would he be asked?

Michael addressed them all in general. "The Corleone Family is thinking of moving out

here to Vegas. Selling out all our interests in the olive oil business and settling here.

The Don and Hagen and myself have talked it over and we think here is where the

future is for the Family. That doesn't mean right now or next year. It may take two, three,

even four years to get things squared away. But that's the general plan. Some friends of

ours own a good percentage of this hotel and casino so that will be our foundation. Moe

Greene will sell us his interest so it can be wholly owned by friends of the Family."

Freddie's moon face was anxious. "Mike, you sure about Moe Greene selling? He

never mentioned it to me and he loves the business. I really don't think he'll sell."

Michael said quietly, "I'll make him an offer he can't refuse."

The words were said in an ordinary voice, yet the effect was chilling, perhaps because

it was a favorite phrase of the Don's. Michael turned to Johnny Fontane. "The Don is

counting on you to help us get started. It's been explained to us that entertainment will

be the big factor in drawing gamblers. We hope you'll sign a contract to appear five