"Boy! Don't blow your top! Look at their foreheads, all four of them!" Great-Grandpa was cackling inside the ring. "Black as pitch! Death hanging over every last one! They're not headed to a celebration tonight. They're walking into a death trap!"
A low, quiet laugh escaped my throat.
"Sure. The Grand Regency, tonight. I'll be there."
I watched their taillights shrink into the distance, all swagger and noise, and rubbed my thumb slowly across the ring.
"Great-Grandpa, what's our next move?"
"What move? You dense boy, your fortune luck is about to burst out of you! Go buy a lottery ticket! That set of numbers I calculated for you last night, the drawing's at nine-thirty tonight! Eighty million dollars in the jackpot, and it won't wait around!"
