John Mckeever

Caitlin Clark was there.

McKeever was there.

I was-

How'd he look?

good one.

And I called him Sloppy Joe just because McKeever called him Sloppy Joe.

Eric and Lincoln.

Baron Miles.

He's also very skinny.

Nobody wanted McKeever coming out of St. Mary's because he's big and slow.

And he's 7'2", and he shoots 50% at the rim.

He's on this list.

To help him, he had selected two men, both young, both shrewd, both iron in will and nerve and courage, both apparently equally expert with the cards, and both as equally capable of pleasing his clients.

One was a Scotchman, McKeever.

The other was a Jew, Simons.

But in looks, they were as much alike as two peas out of one pod.

They hated each other with silent, smiling hatred, because they knew that they were on trial for their fortunes.

Tonight, the Jew, Simons, was dealing at one of the tables.

And the Scotchman, McKeever, stood at the side of the master of the house, ready to execute his commissions.

Now and again, his dark eyes wandered toward the table where the Jew sat, with the cards flashing through his fingers.