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I stood in front of the casino as if I was waiting for a taxi. I’d been taking taxis for weeks now so it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary. Through the lobby windows, I peeked at the guard. He turned from the lobby and stepped back into the casino. Cameras would watch to make sure I didn’t come back in. But if I made it appear as though I left and then circled back, no one would be the wiser.
I waved down a taxi and waited for a couple to step out of the backseat and pay their fare. I slipped in behind them and smiled at the driver.
“I have a favor,” I said.
“I don’t do favors,” she said, and she looked like she meant it. Her dyed hair was the blackest shade of black. Tattoos littered every inch of her skin from the neck down. A bull-ring nose piercing detracted from her otherwise sim
