The other bar servers had informed me that Wednesdays tended to be the slowest days at the casino, thanks to falling in the middle of the week and not even having the attraction of the tribal dance demonstrations held there throughout the summer on Tuesday evenings to give attendance a boost. Even so, I was busy enough fetching and carrying that at first I didn’t notice how the place started to empty out a little past six. It was only when Blake the bartender waved me over, his expression strained and not looking anything like his usual cheerful self, that I realized something strange was going on.
“Fire,” he said tersely when I approached, and I stared at him in alarm.
“Here at the casino?”
“Not yet,” he replied, reassuring me a little. At least the third floor wasn’t on fire or someth
