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A Channeling Morpheus Short

Jordan Castillo Price

Smashwords Edition 1.0

JCP Books LLC • PO Box 153 • Barneveld, WI 53507

ISBN 978-1-935540-57-1


Cover art by Jordan Castillo Price

Jackpot: A Channeling Morpheus Short. Copyright © 2012 by Jordan Castillo Price. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.


Technically, I didn’t have to smoke. Not because I’d mutated beyond my mortal coil. No, in my current nicotine-rich atmosphere, all I needed to do was inhale. Despite the distant hum of the ventilation system working like a racehorse on speed, there was still enough tar-laced carbon monoxide hanging in the air to give me a decent contact buzz. Then again, I never claimed to maintain my habit for the sake of the nicotine.

I fired up and settled myself in front of a one-armed bandit, took a nice, deep drag, and scanned the mirrored walls in an attempt to figure out who had landed in Michael’s sights now. We don’t normally hunt the casinos. We figure it’s a bad idea to leave video evidence trailing along behind us, and casinos are all about the surveillance. This particular dive spanned the ground floor of an off-off-off-strip hotel on its last legs. It smelled like a gin mill and it looked like a make-believe casino some poor schlub built in his basement with cardboard, duct tape, and a bank of vintage slots he picked up on eBay. A change jockey in our apartment complex tells us they tape over the security video every two hours. And while it might seem risky to presume my vampy charm won’t wear off during that critical gap, it’s better stalking these tourists than hunting among the locals. The people who live in Vegas are a tough, stubborn folk who don’t take well to coercion. It’s better to prey on the drunken revelers who are just passing through.

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