Chapter 9

“I understand completely.” Todd pulled out a roll of bills. “I came prepared.” Without looking behind him, he marched to the bar, then slapped his hand on its polished wooden top. “Barkeep, when you’ve a minute, I wish to purchase whiskey.” He held the wad of cash up, and the man behind the bar hurried over.

Nick dropped to his knees behind Todd, wound two fingers in his trousers, and tugged lightly before letting go. Two men, the gambler and the man wearing the white suit they’d seen in the tailor shop, walked through the bar. They leaned against the bar on either side of Todd and Nick. Ignoring them, Todd continued. “I’d like two cases of whiskey delivered to my suite, then, as I need them, provided to me during my—” Todd plastered on his oiliest smile and reached behind him, running his fingertips over the top of Nick’s head before leaning both hands on the bar again. “—breaks. I’ll need just those bottles made available during any games as well.”