Since it was two-thirty in the morning, it was either a drunk or him. When Decker depressed the green button, he whispered, “Hold on.” Grabbing a robe, he tiptoed from the bedroom and into the living room. He turned on a table lamp.“Hey, Chris,” he croaked out and then cleared his throat. “How’s my son?”“He had a good day. He and his girlfriend are now allowed to talk to each other.”“He’s too young for a relationship. Lemme talk to him.”Decker smiled. “Chris, he’s sleeping.”“So?”“You’ve got his cell number. I’m not going to wake him up.”Donatti laughed. “Okay. Let the little bastard sleep. That is what most people do at two-thirty in the morning. Me? I’ve worked the night shift my entire life. Right now I’m stuck at the tables in Vegas, watching several of my high-roller clients, ensuring a good time is had by all.”“How’s lady luck treating you?”“I’m a bystander, but my clients are happy. That’s good for me, because they’re repeaters.
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