6
It was about nine forty-five when I exited the elevator and walked through the casino floor in search of a restaurant. The place was packed and I felt a little self-conscious in my old sports jacket and jeans. I decided that I would definitely do some clothes shopping the next morning.
A security guard directed me towards the restaurants and I found a nice Italian place. I hated dining alone and wondered if I should have invited Cassidy to join me. Probably would have been inappropriate, I realised.
After a fine meal of linguini and clams accompanied by a couple of really nice single-malt whiskies, I strolled back towards the main casino floor.
Cassidy had earlier pointed out the High Roller’s enclosure and after searching the massive casino for a while I eventually found it.
I took
