The Whisky Affair (Raymond Armstrong Series) Read Online Free PDF

they played Texas hold ’em. If they met the list of qualifying criteria, extensive background checks would be done to establish whether they were wealthy – and perhaps rather easy marks.
    Easy to check them out. All the rooms had cameras, and the company’s computer system was state of the art and set up to get all the personal information they needed.
    Once they were qualified, Mitch introduced them to the casino’s ‘special’ version of Baccarat, which required lots of skill and a steady hand. He’d explain that the version is open to anybody, Punto Banco, required no skill, and was strictly a game of chance. ‘Our house game is taken from the Banque version and is for the best poker players with high odds on winning large pots in full privacy and discretion.’ He told them the house would cap it off and only one hundred people in the world could play at any given time.
    He would then wait up to three months before sending a private email, saying a spot had become open if the target cared to join the elite group. Not any real pressure, however it seemed to be a real ego boost for patrons when they received the invitation and most, like James jumped at the chance.
    James Reid, green around the gills and representing an up-and-coming distillery on the Isle of Bute had been an easy dupe. The perfect mark and without a great deal of experience in so many areas of life and business.
    The first time Mitch saw him, James had finished hosting a wonderful whisky dinner in the main private restaurant in the casino. He’d presented Bute as a distillery on the brink of being big globally.
    Mitch’s priority list did not specifically include acquiring a whisky distillery on a tiny island off Scotland, however, James’ profile made him the perfect mark. Wealthy father, a prosperous distillery, and James himself…a self-indulgent party boy.
    He sent one of his top girls to have a drink with the young man. Tall, exotic, and provocatively dressed, she easily persuaded James to buy her a drink.
    “Bourbon on the rocks, please.” And so the game began…
    Mitch had a routine worked out and in no time James was chatting to one of his girls. He watched for a while through the monitor, which had hidden cameras in many of the hotel suites. The best champagne, the sex, and the pillow talk. Bridgette had become his best personal assistant for this type of work. By the next morning, Mitch had a full dossier on James, and lots of footage.
    Once James was established as ‘worthy’ Mitch befriended James and took him to nightclubs outside of the tourist district, the best restaurants in town, and the famous ranch with his pick of girls – introducing him to a playboy’s life. Finally, after weeks of socializing and learning the game of Baccarat, James actually appeared quite bored. After all, he was playing the regular game with no skill required and it became purely a pastime, much like pulling the handle on the slot machines.
    Once Mitch was confident that he had chosen the perfect mark, he casually mentioned the backroom game. Their unique house style game required skill, and only one hundred clients in the world were allowed to play.
    ‘Mitch, when do I get chance to be in the one hundred club?’ James had asked, early on.
    In no time, like all the other suckers, James was on board and agreeing to all the terms and conditions. Ten weeks later, not realizing he’d been set up, James received the invitation. Mitch told him that the next time he was in Vegas James would be able to join the exclusive club. He calculated that James would be in LV on business four times per year – probably more now that he had his invitation.
    It was time to reel him in, like a large bass on a taut fishing line.
    This back room of baccarat was only for those elite, yet weak, individuals. The ones that thought they could beat the odds and did not have sufficient funds to pay when they inevitably lost. However, they had always had assets. Mitch