The Malloy Inheritance
The ticket was stolen on a Wednesday. I knew this because Wednesdays in Las Vegas are the most honest day of the week—nobody pretends anything is happening on a Wednesday. Tuesday has the ghosts of weekend money. Thursday has the hope of next weekend. But Wednesday is just Wednesday, and the desert wind comes through the desert hot and dry and tells you exactly what you are: a man sitting in a...
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