The transition from Billy's called bluff to this bourse room on this Saturday night had been gradual, with the game slowly becoming one that was played for keeps, but still being a game, always a game. So she'd given Parker the same seventy-thousand story as Billy, but something about the remote strength and cold self-assurance of Parker had gotten through to her and she'd given him other things, too, that Billy had never gotten. Which simply made the game more interesting. Until the shot. It was as though a layer of mud had been abruptly washed away from the inscription on a tomb, so that she
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