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“I swear to God I don’t know a thing about a prostitute.”
    Roger stuffed half a fried egg in his mouth and shook his head. Talking around his food, he said, “I don’t know shit. If there was a hooker involved, I’d be using her. Screwing Dianne is only one step above jacking off.” He swallowed his food. “Hell, half the time I don’t bother to ask anymore.”
    Spencer spread jelly on his toast. “I find if I offer to do things around the house, Jen is more willing to put out a little more.”
    Roger threw his spoon and hit Spencer on the nose. “You have to work like a dog to get a little pussy?”
    “Ow, that hurt, you little fucker,” Spencer said. “Don’t claim you’re above doing what it takes to get laid. We’ve all done it.”
    Jack took a sip of his coffee. “I haven’t and I don’t intend to.” He smiled. “That’s why I had an all-nighter, and you two went to your rooms and passed out.”
    Neither looked pleased with his comment. He supposed they knew how close he’d come to doing the same thing. If it hadn’t been for his late night visitor, he’d have watched a little TV and turned in alone, too.
    The woman had practically fallen into his arms last night, and Jack’s brain had turned to mush the minute she’d knocked on his door. One look at those pretty green eyes and Jack had been a goner. And now, he wanted a repeat. He grew hard just thinking about her and the way they’d spent the night.
    “Let’s go before one of you stabs the other with a fork or something.” He peeled off several bills and tossed them on the table. “And stop dishing your wives. I bet they get pretty sick of your sorry asses too. Besides, who else would put up with you?”
    They grumbled behind him as they exited the restaurant. While Spencer and Roger went to the craps table, Jack headed for the front desk and spoke to the clerk who buzzed the manager.
    Jack took a chair in the lobby and waited.
    A tall, blond man with a reddish mustache came over and shook Jack’s hand.
    “I’m head of Trident Security in Dallas.” Jack showed his credentials. “I’ve worked with Mr. Doss of the MGM last year if you need to check me out.”
    Tim Truitt appeared more than willing to take Jack at his word. “I remember that case. And in the end, you helped every casino on the strip. How can I help you, sir?”
    “I need to check your security cameras from last night.”
    Truitt straightened and tilted his head. “Was there a problem?”
    “No, I just need to check on a missing person.” He didn’t want to explain about his wild night of the most unforgettable sex he’d ever had.
    “Please follow me, Mr. Harrison. I’ll take you to our security room.”
    Jack followed Truitt up the back elevator that stopped on the tenth floor. They entered a room rigged with the latest electronics and surveillance equipment. No windows and less ventilation.
    Tim put his hand on the shoulder of a heavyset man with his hands on a keyboard. Screens around the room showed various areas of the casino—the roulette tables, craps tables—then panned over the slot galley.
    “Sonny, this is Jack Harrison with Trident Security. Please help him anyway you can.”
    Sonny offered his hand. “What can I do for you, sir?”
    “Do you have the tapes from last night of the floors?”
    “We had a couple of glitches and a few floors went down intermittently in the last twenty-four hours.”
    “I’m looking for the seventh floor. Late last night and early this morning.”
    Sonny typed for several minutes then a blank screen came up. Nothing but scrambled garbage. “It looks like the seventh floor was affected. We weren’t able to get it fixed until this morning.”
    Jack pointed to the monitor. “What’s that?”
    “It looks like it came back up around 6:15.”
    “Is that a woman getting into the elevator?”
    “I can’t tell from behind.”
    He could. That was her all right. “Can you see what room she came from?”
    “No,