Bluff- FIRST LOOK
Oh, SHIT. He knows. I know he knows. My first thought is that I hope they will let me keep my winnings to use for bail money. My dad cannot afford to bail me out of jail. Were interrupted with some talk in his earpiece and he loosens his hold on my arm. I wonder if hes always this calm making apprehensions Can I outrun him? No way. This place is probably crawling with security.
I wait quietly but impatiently until finally he says, Can I get your name?
This is it. Im busted.
I cant even look at him. ChChandra Simmons. I can hardly get it out.
Is this your first time here? He asks. I come back quickly, Uh, yeah. I usually play in the casinos back home. Oh. Wheres home? And I cant come up with an answer. How am I supposed to know what towns have casinos?
Out of state, is the only thing I can come up with. I continue, I just moved here not too long ago. Will I be handcuffed? He points the other way, Well, Chandra, let me get you set up with a Players Club Card. That way you can earn points for free meals when you play. That lady right over there will help you. He points to a lady that could pass for the cashiers twin. My luck didnt stop at the poker table.Thankyou. Thankyou. Thank. You. I smile. Hey, thanks. Ill do that next time; Im kind of in a hurry. He adjusts his blazer lapel and says, Oh, alrighty. Well see ya next time then, Chandra. Its odd that a guy that could play a part in The Sopranos would use the word alrighty, but maybe his suit and earpiece arent indicative of who he really is. Interesting.
I walk briskly to my car. When I step outside, the oxygen feels extra crisp and clean. A blue truck begins to follow me down the row of parked cars, and this makes me pick up my pace. I make eye contact with the driver. Hes a clean-cut guy wearing a baseball hat.
Wait, but serial killers can look clean-cut.
Or what if hes an undercover cop coming to arrest me?
I move even faster. When I get to my car I can hardly get my keys out of my purse. Between the poker win and this, my hands arent functioning as they should, and I drop my keys on the ground. I hurry and pick them up, then force my hand to get the freaking key in the keyhole. Finally, I jump in my car and lock the doors. My eyes dart back to the blue truck. Hes got his blinker on, waiting for my space. He pulls his hand up off the steering wheel and waves. I blow out a long breath then back my car out.
After I leave, Im still in disbelief that this whole thing happened so I pull over at the gas station parking lot under a light to count my cash and make sure its for real. 394 freakin dollars. $294 more than I had before. For real.
That just happened.