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How come you didn't notice that before? You always react to bosoms such as those as if they were electromagnets. Matthew, my boy, you are sated, that is why. Or maybe because you have changed your criteria for magnificent breasts. After tonight, you will always define magnificent breasts as rather small, pink-tipped, and astonishingly firm.
"Time's up," Matt said to Penny. "Daddy has to go into the office early tomorrow."
"Okay," Penny said, without argument. She slid two quarter chips across the table to the dealer, and then scooped up the rest. There were so many she could barely hold them.
"He would have cashed those in for you."
"I wanted to carry them," Penny said. "To savor my triumph."
The Mafioso Used Car Salesman was leaning over the cashier's marble counter.
He's signing a-what do you call it?-an IOU? He needs more chips. He's been losing.
That bulge under his arm is a gun. In a shoulder holster. He is a Mafioso. Only Mafiosos and cops carry guns.
Christ, he's a cop! That's what's wrong with him!
The Mafioso/Cop slid the IOU, or whatever it was properly called, under the cashier's grill, and she slid a plastic tray full of quarter chips back out to him.
There were eight stacks of chips, each of ten chips, each chip worth twenty-five dollars. Matt did the math quickly in his head.
That tray is worth two thousand dollars! Cops can't afford that kind of gambling money. Bingo!
Vito Lanza turned from the cashier's window. The guy who looked familiar was standing behind him in line.
With the blonde who also looks familiar. And she's been doing a lot better than I have. Well, hell, maybe with her going, my luck will change, Vito thought.
"Don't I know you from somewhere, pal?" Vito asked the young guy.
"I don't think so."
"You look kind of familiar, you know?"
"I was thinking the same thing."
"You come here a lot?"
"Second time."
"Well…Vegas! You ever go to Vegas?"
"Yeah, sure."
"And you was there last week, right?" Vito asked triumphantly.
"Right."
"At the Flamingo, right?"
"Right again."
"And you flew back to Philadelphia on American, right? The both of you. In first class?"
"Right," Matt said. "So that's where it was. I knew I'd seen you somewhere."
"Well, how about that!" Vito said.
"How about that," Matt parroted.
