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but quickly abandoned that idea for one simple reason. “If they planned the job, what would they need me for?”
    No, she would have to plan and control the job to run her own crew.
    “If then else, Jackie. It’s just the logical progression of events,” Travis told her once when she asked how he came up with his plans. “If condition is true, the statements following are then executed. If condition is false, each else-if, if there are any, is evaluated in turn. When a true condition is found, the statements following the associated are then are executed. If none of the else-if statements are true, or there are no else-if clauses, the statements following else are executed. Put simply, if this happens, then do this, if that ain’t workin’, what else can you do?”
    “It can’t be that simple,” Jackie had questioned.
    “The key is to anticipate every possible condition and plan for it.”
    “I can’t do that.”
    “Yes you can. I know you can. You play poker, right?”
    “Yeah, but that’s different,” Jackie reasoned.
    “It’s no different. When you’re playin’ poker or any card game for that matter; you gotta always keep the objective in mind, naturally.”
    “Naturally?”
    “You have to look at what you got to work with and anticipate based on that to determine what the other players have. That dictates how you're gonna bet or how you play your cards. Same shit I do when I’m plannin’ a job.”
    “But when I’m playin’, I’m doin’ all that shit on the fly, in the moment.”
    “Okay, it’s different, but it’s the same. You just have to have discipline,” Travis told her that day.
    Jackie knew that was the one thing she had none of; no discipline what so ever. A loyal slave to her passions was what Jackie was. If she saw it and she wanted it, she had to have it. And that included men… and women.   And the Porsche she was driving;
    Jackie was out on the island in Huntington driving down Jericho Turnpike when she saw the car on the lot. Jackie took in the Cayman with her eyes and immediately fell in love with its curves. The salesman told her, “The Cayman S is armed with 3.4 liters of total swept volume and a maximum of 295 horsepower at 6250 rpm.   Maximum torque is 251 lb.-ft. at 4400 rpm.”
    “What’s the top speed?” Jackie asked excitedly.
    “One hundred and seventy-one miles per hour.”
    “I’ll take it,” Jackie stated, not even questioning the price tag on the vehicle. All she knew was that she wanted it, therefore had to have it; no matter what the price.
    Lately she’d been thinking that the move might have been just a little impulsive, but she loved that car and the idea of selling it was out of the question.
    Now, her plan was simple; talk to Freeze and convince him to let her into the poker game that Mylo ran. Jackie knew that Freeze was a creature of habit. She knew that Freeze would be at the house or on his way there. So when Jackie suggested that she could meet him there, Freeze was agreeable. She had to get in that game. She had fifty thousand dollars, which was fifty thousand less than it took to buy in. Jackie was hopeful that once she explained her situation, Freeze would still let her in the game.
    When Jackie drove past the house she saw that Freeze’s Navigator was parked a little ways down the street. She quickly parked her car and set the alarm. Once she told the doorman that she was there to see Freeze, she was allowed in the house.
    Jackie entered the room where the game was being played and took it all in. She didn’t see Freeze anywhere, and naturally all of the players turned to check her out, dressed as she was in tight blue leather.   But quickly, they turned their attention back to their cards. Jackie’s eyes were focused squarely on the pile of chips that sat in the middle of the table and wondered how much money that represented.
      Mylo came out of the office and walked straight towards her. Jackie knew Mylo well enough to speak