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Renting a room for the night, Paul Redding dropped off his things before heading to the main lounge for a drink. Leaning against a wall, sipping his whisky on the rocks, Paul watched the punters playing poker, looking for the right kind of mark. No, sorry, potential business opportunity.
And there he was. High end car sales, if Paul didn't miss his guess, but with enough 'extra' – probably cocaine – on the side that no way would this man call the cops. And sufficient 'player's honour' to cough up on his debts. Or in other words, a good grasp on reality.
