Evie Jones and the Rocky Roulette_An Evie Jones Novella by Amie Gibbons

Author:Amie Gibbons [Gibbons, Amie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gremlin Publishing
Published: 2016-03-19T04:00:00+00:00

“We still need to figure out how to capture them without alerting humans,” O’Shay said as he finished the last of the marbles.

The protection potion was taking me longer because we didn’t bring all the ingredients for it and I had to hit a grocery store for the last of the herbs.

Turns out finding a good grocery store in the middle of Vegas was harder than finding a good liquor store in Utah.

“I know,” I said, giving the pot a vigorous stir. The suite was great because it came with a few rooms and a full kitchen. Not something you saw a lot of in Vegas either.

We’d already decided we’d put the potion in front of all the high limit roulette places but Caesar’s and the Bellagio, and stake them out.

Why those two? Because we rolled on which ones so we’d stop arguing about floor layouts and escape routes and just get things moving, and those were the two we settled on that didn’t already have the protection spell over them and were next door to each other.

Apparently there were a lot of witches working in Vegas.

“Knockout spell or a potion, basically make them seem really drunk and haul them out? Like we’re taking drunk friends back to the room,” I said. “Like what they said they did to Dad.”

“It’s risky,” O’Shay said.

“Anything we do is going to be risky, but it’s Vegas. Odds are the gamblers will be focused on gambling.”

“The onlookers won’t be, and security sure as hell won’t either,” Chet said.

“And you can’t pull a perception spell on a camera,” I said. “Cameras don’t perceive, they just record.”

Corey jerked, head whipping up so fast it made me flinch in sympathy. “What if we didn’t have to take them down in the middle of the casino?”

“What were you thinking?”

He grinned.

# # #

“I hate waiting,” I whispered, shifting on my feet, trying to keep a smile and interested look on my face.

“I know,” Chet said, sipping his drink and putting a small bet on the table.

We split up, me and Chet at Caesar’s and Corey with O’Shay at the Bellagio. We hovered at the craps table just outside the partitioned high stakes area, Chet betting tiny amounts and not doing too bad. Soon as those guys got near us with Sean, our beads would warm.

Everything in me hoped they’d show up here first.

I wanted to take them down. They had my dad.

If he was still alive.

My heart seized. Of course he was! They wouldn’t kill him…

The woman next to Chet ended her turn and he took the dice, grinning big as he had during paintball. The man liked his competitive games apparently.

I sipped my glass of wine, willing the warmth to calm the cold pit in my stomach. My dad couldn’t be dead.

I’d know it.

They didn’t have a problem with killing someone just to be a decoy for Sean, an evil voice whispered inside. What makes you think they wouldn’t kill a witch while he was down?

I took a longer gulp.

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