The construction site was a warren of shadows and skeletal steel. This casino was only just starting to be erected. Most of the basement area had been excavated and lined. The supports for the first floor were being put in place.
Clint had spent enough years working on sites like this to know to watch his step. Some instincts never left you, like riding a horse, knowing what weather was coming by smelling the air. Clint breathed in, over the dry concrete dust and wet cement he caught the damp in the wind; it was going to rain. He also caught her perfume. At least she’d showed up this time.
Her scent used to relax him, make him feel, for want of a better phrase, at home. But something had changed. She was bored of him, that was it. She didn’t return his calls, kept skipping dates. It must
