She was probably so far gone into the gamble that she just didn't care. Swertlow found this sad. Just then a couple of cops walked up with skinny Vic Mirplo in tow. Talk of degenerate gamblers , thought Swertlow, who knew Vic well, knew him to be a petty thief, petty mook, petty pretty much everything. If Brad the dealer turns out to be the guilty perpetrator, remember I fingered him first.
Detectives just get bored.
Vic turned to Megan. She shook her head. But I did think of it first. Swertlow didn't bother to hide his surprise. Megan cocked her head toward the casino.