Shedao was a long way from the youth he had started life on the streets as, but one never forgot his roots. rising swiftly through the ranks, Shedao found himself managing a number of speakeasies for his boss. He had a head for figures that belied his humble beginnings and it was the need to go over the books that found him seated at a booth in one of the establishments he was responsible for. He was certain that one of his bartenders was skimming, but he or she was good, and he was having trouble spotting the discrepancies. Too bad, really. Anyone who showed this much skill could have been put to much better uses. Oh well...
Just as he thought he was beginning to see a pattern in the numbers, somebody or something thumped down into the seat across from him. Without bothering to look up from his ledger, he spoke.
You're late.
Shedao didn't bother to listen to any protests she might have made, he was well used to her inability to follow directions or stick to a schedule; it was probably one reason she was still alive. he made a notation in the side column of the ledger, before closing it; he'd found the thief, so today was already a good day. Giving his booth-mate his full attention, he brought his thoughts to the matter at hand.
Never mind. He's in town for the tournament. I managed to get his name added to the invite list, so we'll have to keep it quiet and low-key as he'll be around the other players. The tournament is going to be held over the next few days in several stages. I have you following his table schedule under another name and as I'm in charge of the watchdogs, we don't have anything to worry about during play. I figure, if you can clean him out, then no one will look to closely at the death of someone who just lost everything. You can still count cards, yes? |