New York City
“Mickey, could you please make me another vodka soda?” Michael said to the bartender.
Michael’s eyes became empty. His thoughts started to spin. Knowing who he was and what he was capable of doing gave him the chills. But once again he tried to dismiss this thought and just put it off as crazy talk by some fanatic Devil worshipers. He hid the roulette wheel at a place where he knew no one would ever find it. And even if they would, they would not be able to use it, because they would need him and his blood to play it. This knowledge put Michael at ease again.
An internet search revealed to Michael that Amanda was sentenced for conspiring to kill the old man in Frankfurt and conspiring to attack the clerk in Paris. She was sentenced to twenty-five years in a German prison, but most likely would be extradited to the U.S.
She must’ve been the true Devil.
“Man claims he can foresee roulette numbers,” the voice of the news anchor on the TV interrupted Michael’s daydreaming.
“Mickey, could you please turn that up?” Michael said, sitting up straight in his chair.
“A man won 300 million last night playing only roulette. His explanation: I can foresee the numbers.”
Michael dropped his glass on the floor. His face was pale as clay.