XI. January…

Cooper walked slowly to his hotel room and smiled.  He ran his fingers through his hair out of habit.  If his dad were here he would tell him to get a haircut.  Cooper paused at the thought of his dad and shook his head to change his thoughts back to his plan.  The night had been what he would consider a success.  His plan was working.  So far anyway.  A week earlier he didn’t touch one thing in the casino. Not even a slot machine.  He spent his time observing and making mental notes.  It was time well spent.  His first night sitting at the tables he won $10,000.  Not too much to draw attention.  Just enough.  Vegas is a big town with plenty of casinos.  All he needed was patience and he would leave town a very rich man.  Not that becoming rich was his goal.  He planned to donate most of his winnings to charity.  No, this was a game to him.  He was doing it for the simple reason he could.  And he was bored.