In the penitentiary back East, there were four of us slated for parole. And we had plenty more on our minds than just freedom.
We had a plan.
If it worked, it would be the first time a successful heist had ever been pulled in this gambling townāa town where every cop had eyes in the back of his head and a hand on his gun 24 hours a day.
There were a couple of snagsālike the fact that we hated one anotherās guts, and the fact that a casino girl named Nancy was bugging me to get out and go straight.
But I was locked into the plan, because if something went wrong, a Nevada prisonāby reputation no rest cureāwas preferable to having the other three guys looking for me as the pigeon who had made it go wrong.