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Cindy

A light tap on my office door makes me look up from my computer screen I check the time It’s only ten o’clock Surely, we don’t have trouble already! As the er of The Macau, a small London casino, I have seen my fair share of trouble over the years; drunks, bad losers, cheaters, fights, drugs – you name it, I’ve dealt with it

But at this ti yet and people are at the happy stages of drunk rather than the fighting stages

The knocktells me it does

“Come in,” I call

The door opens and Stewart, the casino’s head of security, steps in He grins at ht then He wouldn’t be grinning like that if all hell had broken loose

“What is it?” I ask

“You ot a live one”

That’s Stewart’s way of telling , we have big winners now and again, but this is soh luck to raise Security’s suspicions Ninety-nine percent of the time it is someone who has found a way to cheat

I open my top desk drawer, and pull out a remote control and fire up the bank of ht

“There,” Stewart says “On the craps table”

He moves to the bank of monitors and points to adown, I can tell he’s big He’s both very tall and very well built If he gets ugly, he h though He’s wearing a black suit and I can see it’s an expensive one, so that’s so at least

“You’ve checked the dice,” I ask