As Tori, Gustav, Peter and myself were seated by the hostess at a mediocre four-top table, I found myself jittery, eyeing the waitstaff around me cautiously.
Peter seemed to notice. As the hostess went off to fetch Evelyn, he cleared his throat and turned his attention to Tori and Gustav.
Gustav smiled in my direction. Of Latino descent, he looked very much like his father— thick dark brown curls, tanned skin, brown eyes— he was short for a man, maybe five foot six, and had a rounded, chubby face that he tried to hide behind a beard. He was dressed for the occasion— a black suit and red tie. Although Gustav usually had little to fear from me.. he kept my casino numbers right at the line and kept me well informed. He did his job well.
Tori, on the other hand, always looked slightly mo
