He couldn’t believe it the first time the man came into the casino, looking over and catching an unsettling feeling of deja-vu the moment his eyes drifted over the stranger. He was the same as the man who had been kneeling on the ground, the one he placed two bullets in. Hell, had his aim gotten that bad? He’d never hear the end of this. With each passing day, he felt his confidence rise; his eyes weren’t playing tricks. By the fourth night, Benny held no doubt and no fear. Movements strong and slow, he came up to the courier while he was still being checked for weapons and grabbed his chin; he forced the man to look into his nearly feral eyes. The Chairman kept a tight hold, voice low,