said Clements. “Where’d they find her?” “She’s a blackjack dealer at the Harbour Casino. Changed her name to Joanna Everitt. They never miss, do they? Always the same initials.” “They’re the smart ones, just in case they’ve got something with their initials on it, something they want to keep. Have they picked her up?” “No, they’ve left it to us. She was our pigeon originally, they said.” “That was what Pilate said. Everybody washing their hands.” “It’s the system, mate. That was why God invented water.” Malone and Clements drove over to the big casino complex just across the water from the western edge of the city. It was a huge futuristic concept, like the set for an Arnold Schwarzenegger movie. A vast arc of steps, or steppes, led up to the main entrance, an ideal stage for a massacre. Clements drove round to come in a wide entry where escalators led up to the main gaming floor. He pulled the unmarked car in behind a Bentley turbo that was being guided into a line of expensive cars cordoned off by a long red rope.
