Chapter Fifty Five
A little before midnight, King had been in Mal’s loft for close to two hours. Sitting at Mal’s magnificent super tanker of a teak desk, he had been watching on Mal’s two LCD flat screen TV’s, the financial markets from around the world.
On line, he had his Datek trading account smoking and through Mal’s council and his own due diligence he was making a killing in several venues.
Watching the housing market grow as if a pregnant-women’s belly, not only in Las Vegas, but the rest of the USA, he’d gone long on several home building stocks, such as Pulte and Toll Brothers, reaping in the dough as he had.
(Years later as the Wall Street SUB PRIME MORTAGE grift vaporized America home owners he had shorted the market and had made twenty million dollars.)
But for now, throu
