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A funny side effect of her parents’ accident had been the souring of her relationship with Gerardo. They’d been seeing each other for a little over a year, she a talented twenty-four-year-old medicinal chemist, he forty-seven and married and a civil engineer. When they met, he had been exactly doub…

The casino was at war. Mary Ann saw it now. Everywhere she looked, workers in Positano uniforms were putting their job on the line by performing highly specialized, imperceptible acts of sabotage. Erica knew all of their names. Wraith-thin, mustachioed Ultimate Texas Hold’em dealers “inadvertently”…

Maybe they could get away with this. Maybe they really were invisible. Even Mary Ann’s appearance, the thing that had made her stand out throughout her life and filled her head with foolish ambition, became part of a pattern, repeated and ubiquitous like the cameras overhead. This could work. She f…

The first meetings of the blackjack saboteurs, before Mary Ann’s recruitment, had been a complete failure. The Committee had wasted weeks on a wild goose chase involving gift-shop decks like the one Gabrielle had cracked open for Erica’s lecture. A bold plan. The two rounded corners on each card we…

The rebels’ stated goal for the so-called strike was “to systematically shrink the owner’s profit margins by means of nonconfrontational casino-wide sabotage, including but not limited to slowdowns, instigation to sobriety, noninvasive advantage gambling coaching et al., both as retribution for and…