By 3:00 p.m., we were pretty sure Federal Express would have delivered to Circus Circus already, and we couldn’t keep our impatience under control any longer. Alex volunteered to do the pickup, understanding without conversation that if I went in and there were cops waiting, I’d be on my way back to prison. I told him to give the name Mike Bishop, say he had to get the package directly over to the Convention Center and would be back later to register. I stayed out front.