Billy had been talking nonstop, and his vocal cords were turning hoarse. He uncapped the last water bottle on the table and chugged it down. “Let me have your pen,” he said. His attorney handed over his gold pen. Billy scribbled on the pad. His attorney gave the question some thought. “I’d put your odds at less than even money,” the attorney said truthfully. It was better than having no odds at all. The gaming agents returned and took their places at the table. LaBadie replaced the cassette in the tape recorder on the table. “Let’s continue,” LaBadie said. “Ready when you are,” Billy said. “We want to hear more about the rubber chip you found in Galaxy’s gift shop. You said the gold color matched the casino’s hundred-thousand-dollar chip, and this led you to believe that your crew could counterfeit these chips and use them to rob Galaxy’s casino.”
