"This is the last time." Mika killed the engine and shot Curry a cold sideways glance, her tone dripping with barely concealed disgust. "If there's ever a next time, nobody is going to help you."She didn't wait for an explanation. In her mind, there was nothing a gambling man could say that would make it better. The kind of man who threw money into pits deserved whatever crawled out to bite him.Curry read her expression and swallowed the words forming on his tongue. No matter how he framed the truth, she wouldn't believe him. He gave a small, resigned nod and let the silence settle between them like a wall.They had barely pulled into the parking space when a Mercedes-Benz rolled up from the opposite end of the lot, its chrome grille catching the midday sun. The license plate tugged at something in Curry's memory, a sequence he'd seen before, though he couldn't immediately place where.The car hadn't fully stopped before Celeste Vale stepped out from the passen