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He fiddled with the spoon “Does it have to be you placing the bet?”

“Of course it does,” she said “They will know you as the man who set up their computer”

“Couldn’t we just pay a college student to do it or so?”

She frowned and shook her head “Accomplices add complications I’m the only one we can trust to place the bet”

“Yeah, I guess so”

“It will be fine, husband Eat your kheer”

“Okay” He took a bite and loosened up Sweet food put hiood mood

At times he was a complicatedthose si him joy was one

of Sureatest pleasures

She smiled as she watched her husband eat

Sue The croas a little lighter than it would be at peak hours Though as casino The usual cacophony of dings, beeps, and buzzes filled the air

She held the winning ticket—well, ould hopefully beco a sheaf of other tickets that would surely lose It would be suspicious if she bought only one

Any nue unit or the colitch that would require re-randos for the coherence check could be wrong, and it ht have already happened or not started yet Then her numbers would be no more likely to win than any others

To blend in as a tourist, she wore an even more traditional sari than usual A little more Old World, with brass jewelry here and there She took photos with her phone What tourist wouldn’t?

A peal of MIDI e to announce the next draas about to begin She glanced at the big display above the keno betting desk She gripped the sheaf of tickets tighter