Chapter 3When it came to identifying potential marks, Seth had always had a gift. He hadn’t always considered them as targets. Growing up in Chicago, he’d preferred to think of it as knowing how to read people. Who could con you, who you had to be careful with. It was a matter of always being one step ahead of everybody else. That was the only way to stay on top, the only way not to be the one who got scammed. Be the thief, not the victim. As a motto, Seth thought it was a pretty damn good one.
Las Vegas was the ultimate smorgasbord. For every person who showed up wary of being taken, there was another with neon in his eyes, eager to believe in the dream the city offered. That was why Seth haunted the Bellagio. It was one of the most elegant, upper crust casinos on the Strip. Many of its
