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.In literature classes, he was assumed to be a tragic figure, sworn to enforce the laws of a sacred order in which he could no longer believe.In certain political-science circles, he was used to illustrate that violence and anarchy can be preferable to indecision.Henry lived free of despair and indecision.He was a man of his time and, he liked to think, perhaps a man for the ages.Later, he would use the couple’s backhoe to excavate their final resting place.In the Land Rover lay a fifty-pound bag of lime, which he would pour atop them in their grave, to facilitate decomposition and to mask the odor of it, reducing the chances that some carrion eater would try to dig its way to them.Leaving the cadavers in the barn, Henry went to the Rover, put up the tailgate, and removed two small suitcases.Each of them held a million dollars in hundreds and twenties.He carried them into the house.SevenOn his way from Chicago to a conference in Denver, Dr.Lamar Woolsey took a side trip to Las Vegas.The white sun blistered the pale sky.By late afternoon, a heat sink comprised of the towering hotels, the streets, the vast parking lots, and the surrounding desert had stored enough radiant energy to keep the city warm throughout the night.In the taxi, from the airport to the hotel, Lamar watched rising thermals distort the more distant buildings, making them shimmer like structures in a mirage.In the foreground, windows and glass walls, bright with solar reflections, appeared to buckle, an illusion caused by the changing perspective of the taxi in relation to the buildings.Illusion and reality.The former enchanted most people these days; the latter had been out of fashion for years.This city of casinos stood as proof that humanity preferred fantasy over truth.In his hotel room, Lamar changed into white tennis shoes, white slacks, a blue Hawaiian shirt, and a white sport coat.In a money belt under the shirt, he carried ten thousand in hundred-dollar bills.He folded two thousand more into his pockets.Wherever he went in the world, he never gambled at a casino in his hotel.That made it too easy for a pit boss to learn his name.On Las Vegas Boulevard South, he walked north through crowds of tourists.Most wore sunglasses, some with lenses so dark that they seemed not to be shielding their eyes, but instead to be concealing that they had no eyes, only smooth skin where eyes should have been.He chose a casino and a blackjack table.He bought six hundred dollars’ worth of chips.Sixty years old, with a round brown grandfatherly face that reminded people of a beloved comedian and sitcom star, with wiry white hair, twenty pounds overweight, Lamar Woolsey seldom inspired suspicion.The pit crew glanced at him and showed no interest.The black dealer was outgoing—“Have a seat, brother”—too young to have grown bored with table talk.Of the three other players, two were loquacious, one sullen.Lamar identified himself as Benny Mandelbrot, and he chatted up everyone, patiently waiting to learn why he was there.Decades earlier, when the effectiveness of card counting became widely known, most casinos went to six-deck shoes.Keeping a running mental inventory of a 312-card shoe to calculate the odds in your favor hand by hand was geometrically more difficult than doing the same with a single deck, foiling both amateurs and most hustlers.When rich veins appeared in a six-deck game, however, they could run longer and be more rewarding than in single-deck play.In three hours, his six-hundred stake had grown to eleven thousand.The pit crew had become interested in him but not suspicious.They hoped to keep him at the table until he gave back his winnings.He allayed suspicion with occasional bad plays.When the dealer showed a king and the deck was full of face cards, Lamar split a pair of sevens “on a hunch,” and lost.His highly calculated erratic play made him appear to be an ordinary mark on a lucky streak.Lamar still didn’t know why he was there until, at a quarter to six, the cocktail waitress—her name tag identified her as Teresa—asked if he wanted another diet soda.She was an attractive brunette with a spray of freckles and a forced smile.When he glanced at her to confirm he wanted another soft drink, unshed tears stood in her eyes, barely repressed.The current dealer, a redhead named Arlene, finished shuffling the six decks.Lamar had been tipping her well, so they had rapport [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]