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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 105 of 307 place I had to begin and I was far too wired from the excessive caffeine I had ingested to beat the desert night. There is a real sense of passing into another world when one descends on an escalator down to a casino floor, especially at close to two in the morning. The room opens before your eyes in a vast sea of flashing fun filled colors, and buzzers and bells send you salivating to your favorite game of chance where this time, you'11 win. Blame it on my mostly clean living upbringing but Niggardly Nephi does not turn his hard won twenties into silver dollars for squandering. Nope. I play a game that can actually pay you back: black jack. I got three hundred in chips from the perky change girl who made me feel ever so lucky in a wink. She was a red head. Sariah might have changed her hair color so I looked closely. Not Sariah. One down. Ten thousand to go. Maybe Steve would turn something up. He had to. There was no way that one Nephi, no matter how resourceful, could find a one specific girl in Reno. Not without an address, anyway. I walked over to a forlorn black jack table that had no players and a cocktail waitress with big shoulders asked me if I'd like a complimentary drink. I looked at her and said, "Gusano Rojo." |
