But first, I reminded myself, I had to take care of Bob.
“I have to take a bathroom break,” I said to the dealer. “May I leave my chips here?”
“Of course, sir.”
“Don’t worry, son,” said Cowboy-hat. “I’ll keep an eye on ’em for ya!”
“Thanks.” I smiled wanly at him.
I rose, leaning heavily on my walking stick, and gave Bob a glance and a subtle follow-me jerk of my head. Then I limped to the men’s room.
It was moderately busy inside. We stood side by side at the urinals, waiting until we were alone. Then I handed him my billfold with the $7,600 still inside.
“I have my million,” I said. “There’s a travel agency across the street. Buy two one-way tickets to Rio de Janeiro. I doubt if there’s a direct flight from Atlantic City, but we should be able to make it with a couple of connectio
