C15 Roth’s Party

The time was twenty minutes past nine. Vince came back home from the casino, terribly tired. It had been a hot, hectic day, and he had been supervising the croupiers before handing over to Canyon to handle the group of Cuban syndicate gamblers, who seemed to prove troublesome. He parked his car in the big, lighted garage, got out, and walked up to the front door. He rang the bell and waited