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well,” Kenny said. “It’s a shock.”
    “We’ll bring her anything she wants. Sit back down, honey.”
    “Get me out of here.” Joya held her hand over her face. “Right now.”
    Kenny heard the steely warning in her voice. Under these circumstances, he imagined many people, he included, would break down, weep, clutch at someone for support. Not Joya.
    Her warning was not lost on the big man. “Okay. All right, we’ll go upstairs. Come on, Derrick, Chris, you go in front. Give the lady some room. Show’s over, folks. Read the papers tomorrow. So what’s your name, honey? What do we call you?”
    Kenny couldn’t see her anymore. The suits had interposed themselves between him and her.
    She was going upstairs to her future, like Vargas, the Brazilian dictator, whose suicide note read: “I leave life to enter history.”
    With a jolt, he remembered that he was going upstairs too. He had a duty to shoot himself, also like Vargas, though it seemed to him in his drunken and fevered state that he was in love with Joya and had just lived through an eternity with her. Furthermore, even if—just as a hypothesis—he decided to live awhile longer, she had just been snatched forever from his penniless reach. Kenny gripped his slot machine to steady the room.
    She, who had no gun in her pocket, had won, and he, as usual, had not. If he had been eighteen inches to the right in the space-time continuum, he would have won. With that money, triumphant, he could have saved his company, his honor, and his family, taken Joya out to the movies—
    Not to mention saved his life. Epic irony. Pitiless fate.
    Game Over. He’d leave the last of his beer money on the dresser as a sort of apology.
    The terror came back. He wouldn’t be able to do it if he didn’t hurry. He looked for a way through the crowd at the end of the slot machine alley.
    And heard his mother’s name.
    Was he that drunk? He listened, and heard it again, this time distinctly.
    “I said, call me Mrs. Leung.”
    It was Joya. What was this outlandish mockery?
    “I’m not going anywhere without him.” The broad back in front of him stepped away and they were face-to-face with each other again. “My husband, Ken. You’re coming, aren’t you?” she asked Kenny. She gave him a forceful, almost commanding look.
    Kenny’s eyebrows went up, and the specs went down. The Glock pressed against his chest under the jacket. He was confused. He had a prior commitment.
    “Kenny?”
    “Yes?”
    “You coming?”
    “I’m coming, Joya,” he said.

4
    THE PHONE RANG.
    They both jumped. Paul stopped for a moment, then continued his minute explorations along the terrain of Nina’s skin. But the phone didn’t stop. It rang and rang. Nina thought, What if Bob has an emergency? She had left Paul’s number on the kitchen table. Bob needed to be able to reach her. He was only thirteen. Story at ten: house on fire. Kid calling in panic. Mom and lover don’t answer due to sex game in hotel room.
    Mom and lover! Ugh! “Paul,” she said, starting up on her elbows. Ring . . . ring . . . ring . . .
    “No.” He pushed her down.
    “I have to.”
    “Don’t even think about it!”
    “It might be Bob.”
    This potent thought dislodged him. Still, he would not allow her to answer. He reached over and grunted into the phone. Hormone-soaked silence filled the room. Nina’s senses were heightened, maybe from the blood racing around in her body, and she could swear she recognized the metallic sounds going into Paul’s ear.
    It couldn’t be! She wouldn’t dare!
    But it was and she had. Paul passed her the phone. “It’s Sandy.”
    “I know. I know,” her secretary told her. “But it’s urgent.”
    “Bob?”
    “He’s fine. He was watching an old action flick when I called a minute ago. Oh, I know.
Gone in 60 Seconds
. Said his friend scored a copy on the Web. Said it’s majorly full of chase scenes and way better than the remake.”
    “Sandy!”
    “He gave me your