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Gazing across the resort pool, nattily dressed Lionel spotted a familiar face. “Say Jake, didn’t I hear bad news about you last year?”
“No big deal. So, what con are you running in this ritzy place? You doing your old investment scheme or romancing some rich widow?”
“Alas, nothing with finesse. I’m working with a bellman. We go through rooms when guests are gone. Sad, huh? What do you think? ”
“I think you’re going to do jail time.”
“What? Wait! I remember. You were caught!”
“Yup. Red-handed. This very hotel. So I agreed—reluctantly mind you—to work for them.”