long, slow kiss, then moves back when another girl steps in to deal. Right away I recognize the newbieâitâs Mackenzie, the blond L.A.-producerâs daughter who delivered my poker chip to the library.
âWow,â she says. âGuess you remembered your lucky rabbitâs foot, huh?â
âSomething like that.â Turning, I look over to where Brandt and Andrea are laughing with some other kids at the roulette table. âSo how long have they been going out?â
âThree days.â Mackenzie glances up at me, this time in open amusement. âYouâre not jealous, are you?â
âOh, man.â I make a disappointed face, like sheâs caught me in the act. âIs it that obvious?â
âSheâs not his type,â she says, and shuffles the deck. âBesides, I heard she totally threw herself at him.â When Mackenzie deals the next hand, I can feel somebody standing behind me and figure that Brandtâs got a spotter sending signals to Mackenzie about my hand. Sure enough, when I glance over my shoulder, thereâs my good buddy Epic Phil with a big grin on his face, passing me a glass.
âPepsi?â
âThanks,â I say, but when I reach for it, my hand slips, spilling soda across the floor. âOh, dude, Iâm sorry.â By the time Philâs down on his knees soaking up the mess, Iâve switched out my hand with two other cards. I go big in that round and drag in another hundred and sixty dollars.
Two hands later, Iâm up another three hundred and ready to collar up. Itâs well past midnight, and when Mackenzie stacks up eleven hundred-dollar bills and three twenties in front of me, I can feel Brandt glaring at my back with a kind of radioactive intensity that nobody in the room is going to miss. Even Andrea looks interested in whatâs going to happen next.
I walk right up to Brandt. âThanks for inviting me. Anytime you feel like handing free money away, just let me know. Iâm always happy to take it.â
His mouth tightens. His face is red, and I can see veins standing out in his temples. Self-control isnât a natural state for guys worth as much as he is, and heâs barely keeping it togetherâpicture a ten-thousand-piece jigsaw puzzle with an M-80 firecracker sizzling away underneath it. Iâm turning away when Brandt grabs my elbow, hard, yanking me close enough to speak into my ear.
âHowâd you do it?â he snarls.
âEasy.â I shrug. âIâm just a better cheater than you are.â
âSo you donât deny it?â
âActually, I pretty much just confessed.â
âHow? Counting cards?â
âA magician never tells his secrets,â I say. âIt spoils the trick.â
âHow come none of my dealers spotted it?â
âMaybe you should consider using smarter people.â I glance around the room. âI hear itâs supposed to be a pretty good school.â
He loosens his grip slightly and actually seems to consider what I said for about half a second. âIf you cheated, then I guess you wonât mind paying me back what you took.â
âSure.â I pull out the wad and fork it overâeasy come, easy goâand watch him make a big show out of counting the cash, although what heâs really doing is deciding how furious to let himself get, being humiliated like this in his own place. The answer comes a split second later when he nods at a great swaggering glandular catastrophe of a kidâsix foot three with close-cropped red hair and shoulders the size of former Soviet republicsâwho grabs me by the shirt, swings me around, and slams me up against the door hard enough to knock me through it, out into the hallway. I hit the floor, landing on my tailbone under a fire extinguisher. My arms go numb right down to my fingertips. On the un-fun-o-meter, itâs right up there next to dental
Eric Flint, Charles E. Gannon