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galaxy of cameras staring down at her. Casino certainly wa sn't the ideal setting for this, but oh well.
    She st arted toward them.
    Pictured it happening.
    Perfect execution.
    Twenty feet away.
    Richter's sunglasses were tilted up across the bald dome of his head and he looked angry.
    Her phone vibrated in her purse.
    She ignored it.
    Ten feet.
    She switched Richter's phone into her right hand, clutched it between her first and second finger, powered it on.
    Stared at the red carpeting, tears running fast down her cheeks now. Beginning to tap into that well of emotion that underlay her soul like an aquifer.
    Looked up as she bumped into Richter.
    He stopped. Studied her through hard, hazel eyes.
    They stood inches apart.
    As she dipped her right hand into his left pocket, she said, "I hope you're happy ."
    F ighting to keep her fingers from touching his leg.
    "What are you talking about?"
    "You lied to me."
    Th ere. The dummy iPhone.
    All at the same instant, she
    —jabbed a finger into his chest
    — lifted the dummy iPhone with her thumb and pinkie
    — let Richter's iPhone slide gently out of her grasp
    — said, "You told me I wouldn't—"
    Even the best pickpockets in the world rushed the ending. Once your fingers touched the goods, the impulse to grab it and get to safety became overpowering.
    She took it nice and slow.
    Because she had this.
    "—get into any trouble."
    "I—"
    "They fired me."
    The phone was clear of his pocket.
    She jabbed a finger into his chest again, sa id, "I have a young daughter. Rent to pay."
    Slipped it into her purse.
    "What am I supposed to do? Huh?"
    Now she crossed her arms and glared at him and let the tears stream down her face.
    A thought flashed— what if he doesn't try his phone again?
    Richter sa id, "I don't have time for this," and started to move on.
    She blocked his way. "You're mad because I spilled champagne on you? Sorry. It was an accident."
    The rage came over him almost without warning.
    "Your little accident ruined my phone."
    "It didn't touch your phone."
    Pull it out. Show me I'm wrong. Do it, you cocksucker. Do it.
    He thrust his hand into his pocket, dug out his iPhone.
    She grabbed it from him, pressed the Sleep/Wake button, held it up so he could see. His eyes went wide when the screen brightened.
    "Looks fine to me."
    "Thirty seconds ago, it wasn't—"
    She shoved it into his chest, said, "Asshole," and pushed her way between the thugs.
    She stared at Isaiah as she moved past.
    Said, "What are you looking at?"
    And winked.
     

 
     
     
     
    12
     
     
    Ten minutes later, Letty let Isaiah into her room at the Wynn.
    "I take back everything I said about you," he said. "That grab and switch was off the chain. You got ninja skills."
    "Richter's okay now? I was worried he'd get another phone or —"
    "Nah, he's cool. We all cool." Isaiah moved past her. "What up, Mark?" They bumped fists.
    "We'r e in biz," Mark said. "Come check it."
    Letty followed them over to the bed where Mark had a laptop open. He lifted a white iPhone off the comforter, tossed it to Isaiah.
    "Th at's a perfect clone of Richter's phone. Has all his voicemails, text history, contacts, data usage, apps. More importantly, every call or text that comes to Richter will first hit us. We'll have the option to intercept, pass along, or kill it. You'll see the incoming texts and calls on that phone. I'll see them on my laptop. If it's okay with you, I'll just set up my base of operations here."
    "Most definitely ," Isaiah said. "And I want you to study his contact list. We gotta let a few calls through so he doesn't suspect anything, but nothing from a Vegas area code. No texts we don't understand. Nothing that looks like code."
    "Is Richter's contact from the casino going to call or text?" Letty asked. "Or do we even know?"
    "No idea."
    Mark said, "I'll scan through his text history and see if I can pin down any promising leads."
    Isaiah grabbed one of the walkie-talkie s off the dresser and slipped