“Where the hell are you going?” Justin said. “Siddown. We’re not through yet.”
Tonight Justin had had to work for every chip. He had come to rely on Miles the Fish, wanted his easy money, and would feel cheated if Miles got away. There was no way that Justin was going to let that happen.
Miles stopped halfway out of his chair. “What? You want to win some back? C’mon, I’ve given you plenty of chances. Haven’t I, boys?” A couple of the players slowly nodded.
“I don’ care,” Justin said. “This game isn’t over ‘til I say so.”
“Really? Then how about we make things interesting?” Miles said. “What do you say to no cap?”
The other players, milling about in the background, getting ready to go, stopped at this. Nick stood still too.
Justin glowered. He couldn’t let Miles just walk out now, not
