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counter and looked at her.
    Lucy nodded and kept blowing on her tea.
    “Did you put it in the toilet like he said?”
    Again, Lucy nodded.
    “Yes!” Joey fist pumped the air and rounded the bar, his arms wide to hug her. She was still mad at him. Lucy pushed her hot mug between them, an effective moat to his affection.
    Joey stepped back behind the dining area and started to pace. Lucy recognized his movement—she did it herself when she was thinking something through.
    “This is great. I’ll be in the clear now.” Joey circled around her table and breakfast bar.
    “In the clear to do what exactly?” Lucy narrowed her eyes. “Just two minutes ago you said you were done.”
    “Done with the ponies.” Joey stopped pacing, but his eyes careened off hers like smacked billiard balls. “I’ve got a money thing going with the cards. Don’t give me that look. It’s paying out better than your suit job.”
    Lucy shook her head. “Gambling is not a job. It’s an addiction.”
    “It will be fine, little sis.” Joey had been born forty-five minutes before Lucy, and he liked to refer to it when he was being patronizing.
    “It will never be fine, as long as you keep taking these chances.” Lucy took a determined swallow of her tea. It was bitter.
    “Remember when ‘Number Three’ moved us to Bonanza Street?” Joey gave her a level look, waiting for her to join him in the memories of their desolate childhood.
    Lucy’s stomach clenched. “Number Three” was her mother’s third live-in boyfriend, a drinker, but he had a steady job as a mechanic. She inhaled the peppermint aroma from her tea to displace the remembered scent of diesel grease, and frowned when she couldn’t recall the man’s face.
    “I remember the apartment on the bad side of Bonanza,” Lucy swallowed the sudden dryness in her mouth. “The bathroom had pink tile.”
    She had been delighted with the working air-conditioning and hopeful for about a week, until Number Three had started getting handsy with her in the apartment’s narrow hallway. She and Joey had only been thirteen, but Joey, all one hundred scrawny pounds of him, had gone after the guy with a kitchen knife and told him to keep his hands to himself.
    Number Three had kicked them out the next day, and their mother had gone on a six-month bender.
    “It’s you and me first.” Joey recited their familiar mantra, causing a flood of emotions to swell in Lucy’s chest. “No one messes with us. The bastards can all fuck off.”
    “Right.” The problem was they weren’t kids anymore, and most adults didn’t respond with youthful theatrics. She had run away from anything with the whiff of underbelly to it, but Joey seemed to relish the under-ness of the belly. Lucy tried for the millionth time to find a way out for both of them.
    “I thought maybe we could leave Vegas,” she said. “Start over somewhere fresh. Maybe San Francisco?”
    “San Fran ain’t got no flash.” Joey gave her a cocky smile but then narrowed his eyes at her somber expression. “You’re serious?”
    “Yes.”
    “What about your house, and your career, and your yadda, yadda?” He raised his arms to the ceiling.
    “I can start over. So can you.”
    “I like it here. So do you.”
    “I just…I’ve got a bad feeling about this casino thing. Alec Gerald is expecting me in the morning to appraise his exhibit.”
    “So do it.” Joey shrugged. “The guy is in a big hurry to get it open. Betcha you can get some good juice off him.”
    Juice , as in extra-money juice, not the juicy, tingly things Alec Gerald made her feel. “I just gotta bad feeling.”
    “I’m really sorry that I had to bring you into this one.” Joey’s apology was sincere.
    “I know.”
    Joey’s phone rang out the Flight of the Valkyries . He looked at the phone. “It’s Gino. He must have gotten the keycard from the drop.”
    He walked to her dining room window and answered. “Hello…Yes, sir…I know, she is just that