Jirel walked through the casino. In the vast sea of humanity, it could take hours to find Snyder.
Cutler turned. A seven foot tall police officer with golden hair approached. Wait, that wasn’t a policeman. He knew the Most High would call in the big guns, but not this big. To go any bigger than Michael, a saint would have to be called in.
Michael said, “Snyder is at Roulette Table G15.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“One more thing. Zorba’s there.”
“Thanks, I see her.”
Jirel walked across the casino to where Zorba sat smiling, with a glass of wine in her hand. “Jirel, you’re just in time. The lady has put everything on 00 and that will turn $6 million into $210 million. That’s called breaking the bank.” Zorba whistled. “And then they’ll get ma-married and he’ll end up in the same place as her previous husbands.”
The gamblers all around them were too busy blowing their rent money to pay any attention to them, thankfully. “The Lord re-buke you. It’s not going to happen.”
“What? Are you going to interfere in human free will?”
Jirel smiled. “I don’t have to.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Your plan is flawed. Snyder is an imperfect human being and this is the first such device he’s built. The device has a small fault that should short it out, about—now.”
Snyder let out a grunt. “Ow.”
The electronic ball hit 00, but bounced into an adjoining space. The attendant called, “Number One red!”
Zorba’s eyes filled with rage. “God cheated! He hid the flaw from Snyder so it would fail at this point.”
Jirel smiled. “Assuming God plays on your level is the first mistake Hell makes.”
Zorba roared and slipped off to her do-main to pout, unleashing sulfuric fumes be-yond the human range of scent.
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