Chapter 20
Premier Kate Logan tossed the keys of her sleek bronze Mercedes to the valet, and took the lift to the seventeenth floor of Pierpont Casino. She was not in a good mood. This morning, as she walked through Salamanca Market, a street performer had called her a b***h. Just like that, for no reason at all. He spat out the insult with such venom it quite unnerved her. Of course plenty more people had stopped to shake her hand and tell her what a terrific job she was doing. But that one fool had left a foul taste in her mouth, and she’d decided to hide behind too-large-to-be-fashionable shades. Then she’d listened to a race call on her way in, and her hot tip had come last.
Paul waddled over from the bar, florid face beaming and double chins wobbling. His Italian suit struggled to b
