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Individual. Governments really don't do much for their people, that's what it comes down

to, but that's not it really. All I can say, I have to help my father, I have to be on his side.

And you have to make your decision about being on my side," He smiled at her. "I

guess getting married was a bad idea."

Kay patted the bed. "I don't know about marrying, but I've gone without a man for two

years and I'm not letting you off so easy now. Come on in here."

When they were in bed together, the light out, she whispered to him, "Do you believe

me about not having a man since you left?"

"I believe you," Michael said.

"Did you?" she whispered in a softer voice.

"Yes," Michael said. He felt her stiffen a little. "But not in the last six months." It was

true. Kay was the first woman he had made love to since the death of Apollonia.

Chapter 26

The garish suite overlooked the fake fairyland grounds in the rear of the hotel;

transplanted palm trees lit up by climbers of orange lights, two huge swimming pools

shimmering dark blue by the light of the desert stars. On the horizon were the sand and

stone mountains that ringed Las Vegas nestling in its neon valley. Johnny Fontane let

the heavy, richly embroidered gray drape fall and turned back to the room.

A special detail of four men, a pit boss, a dealer, extra relief man, and a cocktail

waitress in her scanty nightclub costume were getting things ready for private action.

Nino Valenti was lying on the sofa in the living room part of the suite, a water glass of

whiskey in his hand. He watched the people from the casino setting up the blackjack

table with the proper six padded chairs around its horseshoe outer rim. "That's great,

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that's great," he said in a slurred voice that was not quite drunken. "Johnny, come on

and gamble with me against these bastards. I got the luck. We'll beat their crullers in."

Johnny sat on a footstool opposite the couch: "You know I don't gamble," he said.

"How you feeling, Nino?"

Nino Valenti grinned at him. "Great. I got broads coming up at midnight, then some

supper, then back to the blackjack table. You know I got the house beat for almost fifty

grand and they've been grinding me for a week?"

"Yeah," Johnny Fontane said. "Who do you want to leave it to when you croak?"

Nino drained his glass empty. "Johnny, where the hell did you get your rep as a

swinger? You're a deadhead, Johnny. Christ, the tourists in this town have more fun

than you do."

Johnny said, "Yeah. You want a lift to that blackjack table?"

Nino struggled erect on the sofa and planted his feet firmly on the rug. "I can make it,"

he said. He let the glass slip to the floor and got up and walked quite steadily to where

the blackjack table had been set up. The dealer was ready. The pit boss stood behind

the dealer watching. The relief dealer sat on a chair away from the table. The cocktail

waitress sat on another chair in a line of vision so that she could see any of Nino

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