"Okay, okay. Let's play, huh?" Des held up his cards, carefully stacked so Benjamin couldn't see what he had. And he tried.

They managed a round that Des won. Imagine that, Benjamin thought wryly. The dealer winning a hand, like that didn't look suspicious.

He wasn't the only one who thought it. Micah hit the table hard enough to send the whisky bucket flying the only thing that saved the bottle was that Benjamin was mid-swig.

"What the fuck? You stacking the ...