Deadman's Bluff - James Swain [72]
Then he had an idea.
He placed his thumb below Skin’s shoulder and drew an imaginary line down the cheater’s back. It was called the brush off, and used by casinos to tell undesirables to hit the road. Skins sat up in his chair like he’d been shocked with a live wire.
“You’ve been made,” Valentine said under his breath.
“Excuse me?” Skins said.
Skins was an old-timer, with tobacco-stained teeth and a crooked nose, and he was not willing to give up a big score so easily.
“They have it on tape,” Valentine said.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“The surveillance camera caught you mucking. You need to practice some more. The card palmed in your hand leaked.”
Skins swallowed hard. Play had resumed, and Valentine walked away from the table and into the waiting arms of the casino’s security guards.
The guards took the tray away from Valentine and hustled him into the lobby. They were big and mean and didn’t mind shoving him around. He tried to tell them he was doing a job for the Gaming Control Board, but they wouldn’t listen. One of the guards started to read him the riot act when Valentine heard a familiar voice.
“Tony? What’s going on?”
It was Gloria Curtis coming out of the hotel restaurant. She was trailed by Zack, his camera slung over his shoulder. Valentine caught her eye and silently mouthed the word Help! She instantly understood and stepped up to the guards.
“Excuse me, but what’s going on here?” she demanded.
“Ma’am, please stand back,” a guard said.
“I will do no such thing,” she replied matter-of-factly. “I’m Gloria Curtis with WSPN news, and this gentleman is Tony Valentine, president of Grift Sense, a consulting firm hired by the Nevada Gaming Control Board to investigate a cheating scandal at the World Poker Showdown. Who are you?”
“I work for casino security,” the guard said.
“Do you have a name?” she asked.
The guard didn’t answer. Gloria snapped her fingers, and Zack handed her a mike, then started to film. She shoved the mike in the guard’s face. “I’m sure our viewing audience would be interested in hearing why Celebrity, which is hosting the tournament, would choose to pull an investigator off the floor. Care to respond?”
The guard released his grip on Valentine’s sleeve.
Then he whipped a cell phone from his pocket and made a call. He explained the situation to whoever was in charge. Satisfied, he folded his phone.
“Our mistake,” the guard said. “Sorry to bother you, Mr. Valentine.”
Without another word, the guard and his posse marched back inside the poker room.
“What in God’s name was that all about?” Gloria asked.
The lobby was crowded with people, and Valentine pulled Gloria over to a large birdcage filled with exotic parrots, the birds flapping their wings and eyeing them suspiciously. “Bill Higgins and I caught a player named Skins Turner on videotape switching cards,” he explained. “Bill was going to arrest him but got ordered by the governor to wait until play had stopped for the day.”
“Let me guess,” she said. “The governor’s afraid of the bad publicity.”
“That’s all he seems to be afraid of.”
“What do you mean?”
“Skins was cheating, just like DeMarco’s cheating. But the governor is more interested in protecting the town’s interests than he is in protecting the integrity of his games.”
“Are you in trouble?”
There was always follow-up when a customer got escorted out of a casino, and it was usually negative.
“Probably,” he said.
“That’s terrible, Tony. Has that ever happened to you on a job before?”
Valentine shook his head. He’d been in the consulting racket for two years and never been treated like this before. It was a real low point. Gloria took his hand and gave it a squeeze. She was the one good thing that had come out of this job, and he supposed he could live with whatever happened.
Zack appeared. He’d slipped into the poker room and announced that Skins had lost over five million in chips to DeMarco on a bluff. On the very next hand, Skins had gone “all in,” shoved his remaining chips into