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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 120 of 307 from the building, considering I was looking at images from their own security cameras. "Okay." I whispered softly. "But I still don't see how I can loiter there all night until she gets off shift. She came on at ten, as far as I can tell." "Listen, I'll keep an eye on her." He switched my view to one of the darkened bar areas. Sariah stood joking with the barman as he loaded up her tray with the free drinks that would continue to hypnotize the slot victims into the wee hours. "Go back to your hotel, catch a couple hours of sleep and get back here at five in the morning." I didn't get a full night's sleep but it was longer than a quick nap and I was fed and chipper when I strolled eagerly through the lobby doors of the The Pot Of Gold Casino exactly at five in morning. This must be the slow time here. It was morning of the living dead. There were at least fifty slots in the area around me and there were exactly four haggard gamblers slumping in front of the machines. I walked to the slot that I had been playing the night before, popped in a quarter and pulled the lever; two Cameros and a rusty truck rolled up in front of me. That was a partial win and seven smiling quarters clinked down in front of me as if to say, "Oooh, look, free money. Isn't this easy? Just put us back in and you will become a millionaire!" I found that a slot machine that had been left cold several hours |