Hotline to Murder

the cover down hard enough to make Tony wince. She was back in the car in thirty seconds.
    “What are you going to do now?” Tony asked as he inched forward.
    In answer, Shahla unzipped the bag and pulled out a dress. “It’s my mom’s. We wear the same size. Don’t you think it will make me look older?”
    “Yes, but as you can see there’s no place to change.”
    “Don’t look.”
    To his amazement, she pulled her top up over her head in one fluid motion. Sure, she was wearing a bra, but all the tourists in their SUVs, towering over them, had a good view of her as they looked down at the little Porsche. And telling him not to look? She might as well tell a bear not to hibernate.
    “I saw the ads for the nudie shows,” Shahla said as she unzipped her jeans. “Las Vegas is a pretty casual place.”
    It was no easy job for her to wriggle out of her tight jeans in the enclosed space. She had to lift her legs and place her bare feet against the windshield of the car in order to accomplish it. Some senior citizens in a tour bus watched her, fascinated. Maybe they thought she was part of the entertainment on the Strip. Several guys in a van opened their windows and cheered. It was a good thing Tony was stuck in traffic, or he would have been in danger of wrecking the car.
    She had an easier time getting on the dress. She pulled it over her head and worked it down, slowly, until eventually it reached her knees, and she became the picture of modesty.
    “There,” she said. “How do I look?”
    “Like a million dollars. You should be on display in a casino to show what a million looks like.”
    “I’m not through.”
    Next, Shahla took her long hair and wrapped it into a bun. Then she applied a little more lipstick and some eye shadow to what had been an almost makeup-free face. She turned to face Tony.
    “What do you think now?”
    “Okay, I give up. We’ll go to New York-New York. I heard they have some video poker machines that have a good payoff.”
    It took a while, but Tony was eventually able to park within walking distance of the hotel. Shahla took his arm as they knifed their way through the crowds of pedestrians outdoors, despite the September heat, and finally made it into the air-conditioned interior of the hotel.
    “It’s so big,” Shahla said, craning her neck in all directions, as they strolled through the gaming area, which was like an irresistible force that oozed its way into all corners of the building not taken up by restaurants, theaters, or shops.
    They stopped beside one of the blackjack tables, where a bored dealer was dealing out of a shoe to a couple of bored players.
    “Can we play this?” Shahla asked as one of the players displayed an ace-king combination and collected his reward from the dealer.
    “Not here,” Tony said. In spite of her transformation, it wouldn’t be wise to let Shahla be scrutinized by a dealer and the unseen employees who watched all the games on video monitors. In addition, the minimum bets were far too high to allow her to play just for fun.
    They wandered around, looking at the other games. They watched the roulette wheel spin, and Tony explained some of the bets at the craps table. They read the information about the shows that were playing. Shahla was interested in everything.
    Finally, Tony realized that the afternoon was moving along, and they would be very late getting home. He told Shahla they had to go.
    “We haven’t tried gambling yet, ourselves,” she said. “You promised.”
    “We’ll play a little video poker.”
    Tony led her to the area that as nearly as he could tell was where Paul had talked about. After some wandering around, he spotted a cluster of video poker machines in a relatively isolated place. He checked the payoffs on one of them. Sure enough, it paid eighty to one for four of a kind. It also had a slot that accepted bills. He inserted a five dollar bill and twenty credits appeared on the monitor.
    “Do you know how to play poker?” Tony asked as he figured out which buttons to press.
    “No.”
    “Your mom is never going to forgive me for corrupting you, but here goes. This kind of poker is called five-card draw because you get dealt five cards, and then you can draw to replace any or all of them. Aces are high, deuces, that is twos, are low. You have to get at least a pair of jacks to win. Other winning hands, in order of increasing value, are two pairs, three of a kind, straight, flush, full house, four of