Previously – Chapter 11: No, Thank You The ice machine on the second-floor landing let go of a load at ten past eight, a sound like a small wall coming down two doors away, and … Against All Odds – Chapter 12: Dinner on a TuesdayRead more
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Against All Odds – Chapter 11: No, Thank You
Previously – Chapter 10: Twelve Envelopes Charles had offered to take the last one by wire. Jake said he’d bring it. The envelope held one thousand nine hundred dollars, and he did not count it, … Against All Odds – Chapter 11: No, Thank YouRead more
Against All Odds – Chapter 9: The Fourth Tuesday in October
Previously – Chapter 8: Nine Dollars “Twenty-two five,” Lila said, “and that’s with the drayage in it, which you will not see on anyone else’s number, because everyone else quotes you a room and then … Against All Odds – Chapter 9: The Fourth Tuesday in OctoberRead more
Against All Odds – Chapter 7: What Do You Get Out of This
Previously – Chapter 6: One Card The carpet in the intake lobby at Vista Del Valle was the color of a manila envelope that had spent a decade in a drawer, and it was cut … Against All Odds – Chapter 7: What Do You Get Out of ThisRead more
Against All Odds – Chapter 6: One Card
Previously – Chapter 5: Clean Squares in the Dust The envelope held eleven thousand four hundred dollars and he counted it three times in the rental car, a Kia Soul the color of a tennis … Against All Odds – Chapter 6: One CardRead more
Against All Odds – Chapter 4: Welcome Back, Mr. Dalton
Ignacio has the door open before the car stops. The suite is comped, the folio shows a zero, and over breakfast Lila asks how much of it is true.
Against All Odds – Chapter 3: Page Thirty-One
Previously – Chapter 2: What He Wrote on His Wrist The gondolier had a fine voice and a terrible dispatcher, and Lila could only concentrate on one of them. “Fourteen boats,” she said. “Mm.” “Two … Against All Odds – Chapter 3: Page Thirty-OneRead more
Against All Odds – Chapter 2: What He Wrote on His Wrist
Previously – Chapter 1: Fateful Encounter Level five of the Bellagio self-park held seven cars at six in the morning, and Jake Dalton had been sitting in one of them for fifty-one minutes with the … Against All Odds – Chapter 2: What He Wrote on His WristRead more
Against All Odds – Chapter 1: Fateful Encounter
The text came in at 3:52, eight minutes before the meeting, which meant Curt Reisman had known since roughly ten that morning and had spent six hours deciding how to phrase it. rain check!! traveling, … Against All Odds – Chapter 1: Fateful EncounterRead more