Whitey shook his head. “Great job thus far, making them think so, especially by bringing her along. But I don't buy it, Jack. You're too good not to be working some angle. Don't tell me if you're not comfortable. It's all right. I understand. There's a streak of luck or skill or something that's kept you in the black for the last few weeks, and it just doesn't make any sense if you didn't have a plan.”
Jack shrugged in bemusement. “But I don't, Whitey.”
“At the poker table today, you lost deliberately. Why?”
“We were winning too much too fast, drawing too much attention.”
“See? If you didn't have some long game in mind, you wouldn't have done that. But it's all right. I can see you're not comfortable telling me what it is. I don't begrudge you that for a moment. Whatever you've got in
