Hitched

“The keys,” Regan said. “Could he have just picked up Alfred’s keys?”

Another guy got up from the table and hurried to catch up with the player who had left after Alfred.

“That second man looks like he’s favoring one leg,” Regan said, cautiously optimistic. “Alfred and Charisse said that one of the thieves walked with a limp.”

Jack pressed a button, and they watched that last moment again, slowing the action several times. Then they went even farther back. “Those two guys were already at the table when Alfred sat down,” Jack observed. “They were sitting next to each other. Let’s get Stan back in here and see if he can get close-ups on those two. It would also be nice if the dealer from that night is on duty.”

Twenty minutes later they were showing the images to a man of about forty with gelled brown hair, a deep tan, and perfectly manicured hands. The dealer leaned forward in his chair as he stared at the screen. “Who could forget that guy in the velvet jacket? You say his name is Alfred?”

“Yes,” Regan answered.

“He was lucky. He sat down and started to win right away. As he kept wi

“They’d been wi

The dealer nodded. “They lost everything to him.”

There’s motivation for you, Regan thought.

“That’s why they got up when Alfred left. He’d just relieved them of their last chips. I remember being surprised that Alfred even handed them his business card. I heard them trade barbs about each other’s clothes.”

“Really?” Regan said.

“Your man Alfred was in a green velvet jacket. The other two were wearing old jeans and sweatshirts.” He shrugged. “What can I tell you? They don’t have the same taste.”

“That they don’t,” Regan agreed. “Anything else you can tell us about them?”

“They were young. In their mid- to late twenties. They knew the rules of the game. Especially the dark-haired one.”

“Would you recognize them if you saw them again?”

“Probably. If I see them, I’ll let the boss here know.”

Stan nodded. “We’ll keep on top of this.”

Regan handed the dealer her card. “If you remember anything else about those two, anything at all, please let me know.”

He nodded and got up to leave.

Stan shut the door behind him. “Jack, I’ll get the images of those two reproduced to show to our staff so they can be on the lookout. They’re not passport photos, but I think our employees can get a good idea of what these two look like. I’ll have stills made for you as well. I’ll also make you a copy of the tape. It’ll take us a few minutes.”

Regan looked thoughtful.

“What is it, Regan?” Jack asked.

Regan shook her head. “These two could very well be the ones we’re looking for. It’s just what to do next.”

“We’ll keep on it,” Stan assured her. “I’ll have the staff at the front desk look at the images. See if anyone remembers checking them in. There’s a good chance they’ll be back. If they do grace us with their presence again, we’ll find out who they are.”

“Thanks,” Regan said. “We’re heading back to the neighborhood where the robbery took place last night. With a few of these photos, maybe we can jar someone’s memory who was out at three o’clock in the morning. Jack, why don’t we take a stroll around the floor while Stan gets the pictures ready?”

“Sure,” Jack said as he stood. “Maybe our friends will surprise us and be out there attempting to reverse their losses.”

“That’d be a stroke of luck,” Regan commented.

Out in the casino, Regan and Jack did a tour of the whole room. There was no sign of the men who resembled the two they were looking for. They found Kit, who was down to her last few coins at a slot machine.

“I can’t believe it!” she yelped. “I was way ahead about fifteen minutes ago. If I had walked away I could have bought you two your china gravy boat as well as a place setting.”

“These little machines really get you to dream big,” Regan said with a laugh. “That’s why you usually end up losing all your money.”

“What about you?” Kit asked. “Did you find out anything helpful?”

“I certainly hope so,” Regan said as the three of them headed back to Stan’s office.

Jack smiled but was lost in thought. His mind kept returning to the bank’s security tapes. His gut told him that there was more to the case than met the eye, as they say.

He also felt that if they didn’t catch the robber soon, he’d elude them forever.

30

At the cavernous Club Zee, Bria

Now they had procured a special spot on the Zee balcony overlooking the crowded dance floor. A banquette and several leather chairs surrounded a low glass table. The whole scene was very hip.

You had to scream to be heard.

The crowd Joyce was traveling with gained admittance to the club and joined the group on the balcony. Two squeezed into the banquette and two stole chairs from other tables.

Cindy’s friend Beth made the introductions.

“And the guest of honor is my friend Bria

Bria

Joyce, on the other hand, wasn’t feeling so great. She’d had a couple of shots of tequila, then wine with di

Club Zee had a policy of playing a popular song from different eras every half hour. Julio Iglesias’s song “To All the Girls I’ve Loved Before” came over the speakers at exactly eleven o’clock. The whole crowd started to sing. Cindy ran down to the dance floor. When the song was over and the thumping music started up again, Beth proposed a toast.

“To all the men Bria

“There have been some real wi

Joyce got up from the table, hurried to the bathroom, and threw up. Her life was miserable. She should never have let Francis talk her into letting Marco stay for so long. Joyce came out of the stall and rinsed her mouth with water from the sink. I need air, she thought. I’ll go outside for a little walk.

When Cindy returned to the table from the dance floor, she looked around. “Where’s Joyce?” she asked.

“I think she went to the bathroom,” Bria

Fifteen minutes later Cindy went to look for her.

But she was nowhere to be found.