I pressed. “See?” shouted the Democrat next door. “Follow the money, follow the money!” Others joined in the chanting, too. With all the noise, I could hardly hear myself think. “Throw that fool to the newts!” I ordered. Tonelli and Williams dragged the protester outside. The others shut up. I returned my attention to the ATM, inserting my card. “Transfer Garcia’s ill-gotten assets to my card.” The ATM complied. “That is a lot of money. Don’t spend it in one place. Or are you sharing it with your friend?” “It’s not so much,” I argued, glancing at the receipt. Oh my. It seems I’m wrong on that one! “Who were Garcia’s conspirators?” asked Agent Smith. “Tony was with a human and a scorpion. They stayed back, out of range of my camera, but casino surveillance surely captured their images.”
