Chapter 28

Once near the statue, Reider handed me an envelope with two-thousand-one-hundred dollars inside. “Count it later. It’s all there.”

It was pouring down rain and a blanket of grey covered Vanmer, but I didn’t mind. I never liked to be fucked with and thumbed through the envelope.

“You want more action?” he asked. He wasn’t wearing a slicker, boots, or anything like that. Rain splashed down and over his face, drenching him.

“Pass,” I said. “I’m good with this.” I tucked the envelope of money away, having every intention of taking it to the bank and depositing it.

“Vipers will win next week. They are in your favor. Do another dime bet. Better yet, do a double pop.”

A double pop was twice the amount of one’s usual wager, which I wasn’t going to do.

“I got info on the chalk,” he said, referring to the favorite in an upcoming Vipers’ game.

I shook my head at the halfback. “Really, Reider, I’m good. Thanks for this opportunity.”