10
I wasn’t sure that I could surprise Harold, but when I came down the stairs alone at nine ‘o clock, I saw that I’d finally succeeded.
I’d only gambled for a couple of hours the previous night, managing to lose one and a half million dollars in the process. To be fair I wasn’t really concentrating at the blackjack table. My mind was still racing with all the possibilities of building my own paradise here in Las Vegas.
After a hurried breakfast I met Kim outside. Today she was driving a Jeep Grand Cherokee with Vegas Properties advertised on the side.
“Had to borrow this for our little trip.” She explained. “My poor Beemer wouldn’t have managed the dirt roads we have to take.”
We drove south on Las Vegas Boulevard until there was nothing but desert on either side. After a while Kim m
