Chapter Thirteen
“He only brought thirty grand to play with?” Martin had seen Kathrine’s tally board and was incensed.
“It’s in his flight bag.” Kathrine said. “He wouldn’t let me see it so I couldn’t count it; he’ll have to buy chips as he goes along.”
“Christ. The man’s impossible; a bloody pain. He’ll slow the game. We’ll have to stop play every time he goes to open his flippin’ bag. And then wait while you count out his chips.” Martin didn’t try to disguise the disgust he felt for the man.
Kathrine shrugged. “The sooner you clean him out, the better.”
Martin settled into his chair across from the banker; the level of concentration evident on his face. When he played, Kathrine noticed Martin became totally focused and, right now, Martin was focused on emptying the banker’s flight b
