The house was busy for hours with Red constantly in demand from one person or another. At one point, Elizabeth thought she had cornered the man for a private moment but Francis pulled him away, for a last minute bet on some game everyone seemed involved in.
Red said to put five on the under dog where as Francis laughed gaily, dismissing such folly, before rejoining the guards and Dembe in the larger entertainment room.
“You just bet five hundred dollars on a game you haven’t even been watching?” Liz was a little numbed by the fact.
Red steered her to a convenient couch in a nearby room. “Actually I bet five thousand.”
The man smiled at the sharp intake of breath from the woman.
“Sweetheart, if you’re going to bet, bet big. Makes the winning so much more rewarding and watching so much
