Chapter 68 – Big Tipper

• The money and the card held tight in my hand, I make my way over to my bodyguard, deciding to get the teasing over with sooner rather than later. There’s no avoiding it, after all.
• “Wowwww, how much did you get?” Frankie asks, grinning deviously and leaning over the bar, trying to peek into my hand.
• “Oh, just a cool million,” I say with a sigh, leaning against the bar across from him. “It’s been a slow afternoon.”