'Sure.'
'I'll get the box,' the Tokyo Fox said. 'Hundred chips each?'
'Make it a hundred fifty,' Stagger said. 'Keep us going longer.'
Kitsune nodded and went to the teller's cage. Danny saw the others putting coins on the table, and did likewise. Stagger helped him work out the value of his stake, since the original denominations of the coins didn't seem to mean much here. The Fox returned with several racks of chips and a black wooden box. 'The cash goes in here,' she said to Danny, 'and the house holds the box until we're finished and divide up. They also get a cut of the box for the use of the table. Got it?'
'Yeah. But why does the money all go up there?'
'Two reasons,' the Fox said. 'One, a lot of things get used for money in the Shadow; this establishes that everybody put her stake up, whether it's gold or shamrocks.' She herself had put in a small pouch full of beautifully cut stones. 'Two, it avoids confusion if someone isn't paying attention, or takes a long piss break, or whatever. Oh, and there's bar service back here too, just in case you think you're playing too well.'
So they played poker. It was, as Stagger Lee had said, a Friendly game, but there was nothing loose about it; a dropped card meant a redeal, as Danny found out carls on. Stagger Lee never dealt anything but seven-card stud, no wilds. Kitsune liked draw games, with occasional variations. Lucius alternated seven-stud and five-draw. Carmen changed games every deal, but always called for high-low; it seemed to pay off for her. Danny stuck mostly to five- card draw, what he knew best; he won a couple of big pots but mostly lost slowly.
There was one thing Danny had never seen before: the buck to show last dealer was a waiter's green order pad, and part of the deal was noting each player's total of chips. All the tables seemed to be doing it.
It was nearly eleven when the lights flashed red, and a low chime sounded through the room.
Immediately everyone shoved his and her chips into the center of the table. Every table. Danny stared for a moment, and Lucius shoved Danny's chips in. The Fox slipped the green pad into the flap of her dress. There was a buzz, and the centers of the tables just opened up; the chips dropped out of sight, and the green felt sealed up again.
Meanwhile, the craps players snapped their chips into racks on the table edge, and the table slid like a drawer into the wall. Two croupiers pulled a false tabletop away from the wainscoting and dropped it over the roulette table; a moment later, waiters were setting salad and hors d'oeuvre dishes out on the 'buffet.' The teller's cage retracted a foot into the wall, and a panel slid down and faced out flush.
Another set of waiters came in with trays, and dealt out tea cups, pie, and brandy to all the seated patrons. The standing players were handed drinks; some lit cigarettes, some lounged against the walls.
A few moments later four police officers came barrelling through the door. Copper buttons glittered on their blue uniforms. 'All right,' the man in the lead bellowed, 'this place is-' He paused, looked around.
Flats came in, her tuxedo jacket off, a bib-front apron tied over her ruffled shirt and velvet trousers. It read KISS THE COOK. 'Hello, O'Gara,' she said pleasantly.
'What's been going on back here, citizen Montoya?' the policeman said.
'Looks like dessert, O'Gara. Want some tea? I'm all out of doughnuts, and you know I can't afford coffee these days.'
The show went on for fifteen minutes or so; finally the cops filed back out.
'We always give them fifteen minutes' departure grace,' Lucius said to Danny. 'Drink your brandy: when there's a raid it's on the house.'
'Which is to say, the house take covers it,' Carmen said merrily.
After fifteen minutes, the table service was removed, order was restored to the craps and roulette players, and the panel covering the chip bucket opened up. The Fox took out the green pad and they reclaimed their stacks.
'What if they raid us again?' Danny said.
'Never happen,' the Fox said. 'It'd be bad art.'
There were no further interruptions. Shortly after one AM, a different chime rang, and Flats came out to say, 'Closing down, ladies and gentlemen, closing down. Have you no homes to go to? Last Deal coming up next, ladies and gentlemen, thank you all.'
They finished the hand they were playing-Stagger Lee won with a completely hidden straight-and Kitsune went to retrieve the cash box.
Danny said, 'What about the last deal?' Stagger raised an eyebrow and turned to Lucius, with an odd expression; Lucius touched Danny's elbow and shook his head slightly, conspiratorially.
Danny followed Lucius out of the back room. The musicians had closed down in the front, but there were still several diners. Danny turned; Kitsune had followed him, but not the others.
'Sit down a minute, Doc. No more for you, you're driving. 1. burnt beans black for the Doctor here, will you?'
Danny looked around. Some of the other back room patrons were gathering their coats to leave, a few were ordering desserts. In the corner two police officers were talking over beer mugs and ravaged hamburger platters. Danny was absolutely certain they had been in the raid.
'Stagger Lee'll find his own way home,' Lucius said. 'Let me explain about Last Deal. Everybody still back there gets fifty chips. and they play five-card draw until half of 'em arc tapped. Then everybody goes home. First player out with the biggest winner, second with second, and so on. Odd number makes a threesome in the middle. Clear on the concept?'
Danny tossed it around in his mind for a moment, then nodded.
Lucius said, 'We're just here for the poker. Figured you were, too.'
'Don't blame Stagger,' Kitsune said. 'He'd have told you if he expected you to play. He made sure you had a ride home, right?'
Danny drank his black coffee, looked from one of them to the other. 'And you-and Lucius-are you-'
Lucius's eyebrows went up, and he showed a lopsided smile. Kitsune was smiling too. She touched her knee, exposed as she perched on the bar stool. 'Don't let the red roses fool you, kid. Lucius only chases girls, and so do I.'
It was all happening too fast. Danny thought hard about what the Fox had said. His mother would have left the room. His grandmother would have come back with a shotgun.
He thought about-a great number of things. He said, 'Can I give either one of you a lift home?'
Kitsune said, 'I'm covered. Lucius would probably appreciate it, though.'
'Yes, I would.'
In the car, driving through the uncertain streets, Danny said, 'It's not like I expected. The Shade, I mean.'
'Very little in the world is. I myself find that uncertainty to be one of the few things that makes the prospect of another morning endurable.'
Danny looked at him. Lucius said, 'Excuse me, Doc. I was talking like my typewriter.'
'It's all right.'
'Is it? It matters, you know.'
'Well… the other night-'
'No. Wait. Hold it. I am a journalist, Doc. Anything you tell me is liable to wind up on the opinion pages of a hundred and twenty-seven newspapers syndicated through Global. If you give me your trust, I will value it. I will brood over my ethics, I will agonize, and I will use your secrets, just to get through one more column.'
'I saw somebody get killed the other night.'
'Friend of yours?'
'No.' Danny thought about telling Robin's story. No, that was really out. 'I just wondered if-a lot's happened since I got here, and I don't know what to think about most of it.'
'Stop here,' Lucius said. They were in the middle of an empty, half-ruined block.
'You don't live here.'
'Just the fringes of my palatial estate. I want to walk the rest of it. Muse upon a couple of things. Good night, Doc. Thanks for the ride.'
'Yeah. Good night, Lucius.'
Danny drove the rest of the way back wondering what he had said, what he could have said.
