I'm going to have to get something to eat, and right now.
He pushed himself off the seat, and with some difficulty found the switch that lowered the glass divider.
"How far is this place? I've got to get something to eat."
"The Lindens, sir, or the Flamingo?"
"What about the Flamingo?"
"My instructions are to take you to the Flamingo, sir, and then pick you up there at seven-fifteen tomorrow morning and take you out to The Lindens."
"Oh."
"They have very nice restaurants in the Flamingo, sir. It's about fifteen, twenty minutes. But I can stop…"
The Flamingo, Matt recalled, was a world-famous den of iniquity, a gambling hall where Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, and other people of that ilk entertained the suckers while they were being parted from their money at the roulette and blackjack tables. He also recalled hearing that the world's best-looking hookers plied their trade in the better Las Vegas dens of iniquity.
"No. That's fine. I can wait."
****
There was a basket of fruit and a bottle of champagne in a cooler in Suite 9012, which consisted of a sitting room overlooking what Matt decided was The Strip of fame and legend, and a bedroom with the largest bed, with a mirrored headboard, Matt had ever seen.
The bellman also showed him a small bar, stocked with miniature bottles of liquor, and a refrigerator that held wine and beer. As soon as he had tipped the bellman, he headed for the refrigerator and opened a bottle of Tuborg, and drank deeply from it. A moment later he felt a little dizzy.
Christ, I haven't had anything to eat since that cheese-steak in McGee's. No wonder the beer's making me dizzy.
He ripped the cellophane off the basket of fruit and peeled a banana. And noticed that there was an envelope in the basket.
Flamingo Hotel amp; Casino
Dear Mr. Payne:
Welcome to the Flamingo! It is always a pleasure to have a guest of Mr. Detweiler in the house.
A $10,000 line of credit has been established for you. Should you wish to test Lady Luck at our tables, simply present yourself at the cashier's window and you will be allowed to draw chips up to that amount.
If there is any way I can help to make your stay more enjoyable, please call me.
Good luck!
James Crawford
General Manager
It took Matt only a second or two to conclude that Mr. James Crawford had made a serious error. Dick and Grace Detweiler might feel themselves blessed to have a friend like him, and they might really have him in their prayers, but there was no way they were going to give him ten thousand dollars to gamble with.
Detweiler probably entertains major clients out here, and the general manager made the natural mistake of thinking I'm one of them, someone
in a position to buy a trainload of tomato soup or fifty tons of canned chicken.
The possibilities boggle the mind, but what this nice, young, nongambling police officer is going to do is find someplace to eat and then come back up here and crap out in that polo-field-sized bed.
****
To get to the restaurant from the lobby, it was necessary to walk past what he estimated to be at least a thousand slot machines, followed by a formidable array of craps tables, blackjack tables, and roulette tables.
He felt rather naive. As far as gambling was concerned, he had lost his fair share, and then some, of money playing both blackjack and poker, but he really had no idea how one actually shot craps, and roulette looked like something you saw in an old movie, with men in dinner jackets and women in low-cut dresses betting the ancestral estates in some Eastern European principality on where the ball would fall into the hole.