Case checked his watch. Molly was due back from her drug run. He looked up at Riviera again. "I bet you’re stoned right now, asshole," he said to the Hilton lobby. A graying Italian matron in a white leather tuxedo jacket lowered her Porsche glasses to stare at him. He smiled broadly, stood, and shouldered his bag. He needed cigarettes for the flight. He wondered if there was a smoking section on the JAL shuttle. "See ya, lady," he said to the woman, who promptly slid the sunglasses back up her nose and turned away.