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Richter's phone, said, "I'm in 812. How long?"
    "One hour."
    "I need you to bust a move. This thing is only halfway done."
    Riding up in the elevator, she called Isaiah.
    "I got it," she said. "You heading over?"
    "On my way ."
    "Let me know how it goes. I'll be back down as soon as Mark drops off the phone."
    "It went well?"
    "Yeah. But I'm co ncerned their waiter will interfere, freak everyone out when he hears what happened."
    "I'll damage control."
    "See you soon."
    This room was smaller but nicer than the one at the Palazzo. She turned on the news and went into the bathroom. Dug out the piece of glass and cleaned up her knee.
    She sat on the end of the bed and stared at the plasma screen but her mind was elsewhere.
    Thirty minutes in, she got a text from Isaiah: trouble
    She texted back: ?
    real waiter showed
    run interference
    tryin
    Fifty-five minutes after the handoff, there was a knock on her door.
    Through the peephole— Mark standing in the hallway, beaming and proud.
    She let him in.
    "It worked?" she asked.
    "Like a mofo."
    # # #
    Letty moved toward the cabanas. Isaiah stood with Richter's crew and a twenty-something man in white shorts and an open shirt. The real waiter.
    Her phone vibrated.
    Isaiah: do not approach
    She turned away just as Richter emerged from the cabana. Ducked behind a potted cypress and watched him storm past with his goons in tow.
    She fell in after Isaiah, trailing him by five feet, typing out a text as she walked.
    behind you
    Up ahead, she could see Richter holding the dummy iPhone. He had ripped off the bumper case and was fumbling with it.
    Hairy B east said, "You can't just take the battery out of an iPhone. You have to go to an Apple Store."
    The other guy said, "Or just You Tube it. I'm sure it can be done."
    Isaiah pulled out his phone.
    He didn't look back. Just started texting.
    he's freaking
    this is getting ready to explode
    She tapped out: where's he going?
    his room
    A congestion of sunbathers had slowed the procession. Letty blasted ahead, past Isaiah, elbowing her way through the masses.
    S he hit the hotel entrance fifteen seconds before Richter and his group.
    Rushed ahead into the expansive chiming casino.
    He'd have to pass through on his way to the tower elevators.
    She glanced back, saw Richter and his men entering.
    P ushed on, faster, down a red-carpeted corridor between miles of slot machines. The way the overhead lighting struck the marble made it look like gold.
    This was it.
    Make the switch now or forget it.
    From Richter's perspective, his phone was malfunctioning. He was waiting on a call or a text worth millions. If he hadn't already, he'd call his contact, give him a new way to reach him. And that would be that.
    Letty stopped at the perimeter of a field of table games.
    Cr aps, Blackjack, Pai Gow, Big 6.
    It reeked of cigarette smoke , the air hazy with it, especially under the constellation of hanging globe lamps that ranged as far as she could see.
    A herd of cocktail waitresses on the prowl.
    Richter was coming.
    She could feel her phone vibrating, Isaiah no doubt wondering what the hell she was doing.
    One chance.
    She 'd made a thousand grabs in her lifetime, but nothing like this.
    Nothing approaching stakes on this order of magnitude.
    Thirty feet away now.
    The group moving quickly. Richter out in front, flanked by the original thugs from the cabana, Isaiah bringing up the rear.
    Her phone vibrated again.
    Ize's new text: forget about it
    She reached into her purse and traded her phone for Richter's.
    Heart beginning to thump. Lines of sweat running over the strings of her bikini top.
    Richter wasn't holding his phone. He'd put on a t-shirt and sandals, and she could see the outline of the dummy phone swinging in the left pocket of his trunks.
    The pocket looked deep as hell. Jaws. Like it could swallow her arm up to her elbow.
    Game on.
    She thought about her father.
    The tears flowed.
    She p eeled away from the tables.
    Felt the heat from a