Chapter 2
Nathan Crosby was headed for trouble.
His small three-roomed flat was an uninspiring place at the best of times, let alone a Saturday night. His one comfort, an old colour television, had been sold to fund a poker game. It had gone the way of most of his possessions, and now all he had to his name was a double bed, a small refrigerator, an assortment of kitchenware, his clothing, and a large collection of porn. The car had gone. His father’s gold signet ring. Even his fifty-dollar watch.
So certain was he that the next game would be the one to change his fortunes, he hadn’t minded parting with his things. They were, after all, just things. When the big one came in he’d be able to buy whatever he wanted. He could have the life he so often dreamed about.
It was with these thoug
