The first time I saw Adam Davis, he was at the casino. The second time he was dead. I have all the luck at making friends. It's a gift. I don't do murder cases. There's a more than even chance that you'll end up with an empty wallet and a bullet in your back. Adam was someone else's dirty business, and I didn't want to get pulled into it, but sometimes you don't get a choice... Author's note: This was a short story I submitted for a detective fiction competition in 2013.