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[close] ‘You like to play?� she said.
There was a glint in her eye but I figured it was permanent, and I was definitely just a mark, and I’d better not forget it.
‘What’s the game?� I said.
‘This table is Hong Hong Mahjong. You know it?�
I shook my head, she edged me along to the next huddle. Dino asking Ain’t that a Kick in the Head? The smoke down here even thicker, catching in my chest, like Luis’s Macau opium dens of long ago. They had made him kill a man because of a woman. This game looked like craps, dice crashing over the green baize, the players a heartbeat from riches or despair.
About ten people around this table, maybe fifty playing the tables in total. All Europeans, no Chinese that I could see, not even the staff. Then I noticed a worried looking fat man tip-toe over to the side. There was a room there behind smoked glass mirrors. A mirror slid open to reveal a teller behind a security grille; just his hands, counting cash and dumping out the gambling chips. I hunkered down to get a bet