Game Over
Bernie DuBois
Language: English
Pages: 263
ISBN: 1930650124
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
A timely novel filled with crime, politics, romance, and addiction, here the intriguing, rich stories of Debbie Wood and Craig Two Horses collide in a modern-day casino. The former is a woman pitted against incredible odds, struggling to overcome her problems and take care of her children; the latter is a Native American man searching for his role in his tribe and the balance of tribal sovereignty. Jam-packed with a perfect blend of facts, accurate details, and fascinating characters, this story reveals the controversial lives and struggles of those with gambling problems.
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slowly rose up to the line. The machine clanked a lovely sound as four silver dollar coins dropped into the tray and the machine played a few bars of “I’m a Yankee Doodle Dandy.” The balloon basket carried a cheering, smiling monkey holding onto a small blue balloon. Debbie quickly inserted two more dollar coins and pulled the lever. TRIPLE BAR, 7, TRIPLE BAR. That was close! Three triple bars would have paid eighty bucks. So close to eighty bucks! She tried again. DOUBLE BAR, TRIPLE BAR,
she needed to be a successful gambler was the right system and she hadn’t found it yet. Or the proper bankroll. Pretty hard to make the right bets if you don’t have the cash. Or maybe she needed to try that online gambling, where she could stay home and gamble from there. Then she wouldn’t have to leave the boys at night. Stop it, stop it! You should just quit! “Hey, lady, look what you’ve got,” a passerby said as he sipped on his drink. “What do I have?” asked Debbie, staring at her cards.
table, and then she saw it – the box left earlier in the morning by the bank guards. She peered in and saw three items: two small paintings, each about twelve by eighteen inches, still wrapped in bubble pack, and a clear plastic box about ten inches high which contained a black statuette. Debbie wondered how she could possibly have missed the box. She pulled the master inventory list from her purse. She searched for anything that was not checked off. Nothing. She and Mrs. Olson-Reiner had
spit more tobacco juice in the can. “I’ll go three hundred and fifty. That’s final.” “All right, I’ll take it.” She whispered to avoid increasing the odd tightening in her throat. She folded the bills carefully and placed them in the zipper pocket of her purse, briefly wondering whether she should buy a knife and then thought better of it. The sleigh bells jangled as she closed the door behind her and hurried to her car. * * * The pawnbroker dialed quickly. “Hey, Karl, this is Bob. I’ve
he had locked away in his bottom desk drawer and scanned it again in case he missed something the first time. He turned to page three, the listings for who used the computer on January 21. The list had a total of fourteen entries, but only one accessed his spreadsheet: Password !!!!!. Who the hell uses this password? Could be anybody, he thought dejectedly. Craig turned on his computer and asked once again for security systems. He entered his access code of l950, but couldn’t obtain access to