Kat made it to the neon safety of the Strip. She had no idea where to go next. Not the hotel, they’d find her there easily.
She pushed through the crowds, the air warm and smelling of sweat, cheap perfume and grilling meat. Everyone seemed to be heading in the opposite direction.
Kat wished she’d worn jeans and trainers. Her feet were killing her, her ribs pulsed with pain. She really needed to pee.
Could she risk nipping into the Golden World Casino to use the ladies room, or would that flag up exactly where she was? Didn’t they keep track of known card counters and the like? It was all electronic now. Where were the cameras? How much could they see?
Her need to go was more urgent than her need to stay hidden, and she wasn’t squatting in an alley. A small army of doormen waited to ush
