Friday, March 22, 2013

case of lies 37

   chapter  4
ellioti wakefield went to work at caesars casino -hotel on  lake tahoe boulevard at 10:00 .pm  on friday night  , dressed as usual in baggy khaki shorts  and vans  snreakers from his MIT  days . the night  had a flat  , metallic  smell to it ,  the strem of light along both  sides of  the slow-moving line of cars could almost have passed for palaces and pulic buildin in some grand european  metropolis tjhat had miissed  being bombed in world war II .
but stateline wasn't a real city , it was slow robbery in a mountain town dressd up with   lot of liquor and eyeliner , and , and those weren't palaces , they were casinos . novenber had srrived , and it was cold after  dark , as he climed out of the subcompact , handing the keys to a valet  older than he was , a couple of very young hookers sashayed by in black leATHER MINIS . HE WALKED ACROSS THE PORTICO , JAMMED HIS HANDS INTO HIS POCKETS . AND IGNORED THEM .
HE DIDN'T LIKE TAHOE , BUT HE  'd been flying here for years . he entering the imposing glass doors of the casino and the stark air-conditioning caught him .

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