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looked him up and down.  “You all right?” he asked him.
    “Sir?” the detective said.
    “I’m all right,” Jimmy said, trying hard to staunch his flow of tears.
    Reno looked at the detective.  “Is he under arrest?” he asked him.
    “Who are you? His attorney?”
    “I’m Dominic Gabrini,” Reno said.  “I’m his father.”
    Meyers and his partner both were taken aback by such a statement.  But as soon as Reno said it, Meyers saw the resemblance.  It was slight, but it was there.  The black kid favored the white guy.  Meyers hadn’t bothered to ask Jimmy’s name in the entire time he questioned him, so he had no clue that Jimmy was a Gabrini too.
    He looked at Reno.  “You’re Dominic Gabrini?” he asked.  “As in Dominic Reno Gabrini?  As in the owner of the PaLargio Gabrini?”
    “That’s right,” Reno said, pleased that they understood exactly who they were dealing with. He never flaunted his power and prestige, except around cops.  And immediately the swag Meyers was projecting with Jimmy, became far less formidable with Jimmy’s father. 
    “What’s going on here?” Reno asked.  “Why are you detaining my son?”
    “They’re trying to say I killed him,” Jimmy said, motioning toward the sidewalk. 
    It was only then did Reno see the body of the young black male lying there.  Not even covered yet.  And Reno’s heart slammed against his chest.  He knew how easily that could have been his son, his young black male of a son, lying there.
    “Your boy claims he was the victim of an attempted carjacking,” Meyers said.  “As you can see, the alleged carjacker has been killed.”
    “I’m sorry to hear about that, I really am, but that’s what can happen when you commit a crime.”
    “You know a thing or two about crime, do you?” Meyers asked.  He was no fool.  He’d heard rumors about Reno Gabrini’s mob ties for years.
    Reno ignored him. 
    Meyers kept talking.  “And then your son claims some mystery shooter, a white guy he claims, came out of nowhere and shot and killed the perp.  He don’t know the guy, mind you.  Never seen him before  in his life.  Yet this guy supposedly comes out of nowhere and shoots. This white, male, mystery shooter.”
    “This is Vegas,” Reno said. “Cameras are everywhere. Why don’t you round them up and take a look.  It’ll tell the full story.”  Reno wasn’t giving the cops advice.  He was asking to find out if they actually had any film.
    “There’s no cameras on this dead end street and you know it.  And the owners of that hole in a wall dump they call a nightclub claim their cameras was out for repairs.  If they ever even had any.  The only way people like that will spring for cameras is if their liquor license depended on it.  So all we got is your son’s statement.”
    Reno was pleased to hear it.  But he still didn’t trust the criminal justice system. He’d seen many innocent people convicted in that so-called justice system.  “So you took his statement?” he asked the detective.
    Meyers nodded.  “We took it, yeah.”
    “Then why is he still here?”
    “Why do you think?  We have further questions.”
    “But you keep asking the same questions,” Jimmy said.
    “Did he answer your questions, Detective?” Reno asked.
    “He answered them, but not to my satisfaction.”
    “You won’t be satisfied until he confesses to something he didn’t do.  Which will never happen.  So we’re wasting your time and you’re wasting ours.  Let’s go, Jimmy,” he said to his son.
    “Not so fast,” Meyers said, pulling Jimmy back.  “We haven’t fully determined who shot the young man and if, in fact, a carjacking really did take place.  He’s going nowhere.”
    “But he did have a gun on me,” Jimmy said.  “He did try to steal my money and my car.  He took my wallet from me, and he took my keys.  I was on my belly on the sidewalk when somebody shot him.  Then the shooter ran away.