Page 147 of The Billion Heirs Boxed Set
Yes, I do.
I stalk back out of my bedroom and find Chance with his jacket on heading out the door.
“Where are you off to?”
“I told you. I feel like a game of pool.”
“I changed my mind. I’m in.”
Mikey’s Pool Hall is a large warehouse, probably used to store crops before transport back in the day. The interior walls are brick and the ceiling is high and thick-beamed. It’s got at least eight pool tables. Five of them are occupied.
“Fuck. Seriously?” I nudge Chance.
Mark Peterson is playing with a couple other men on the table closest to the bar.
Damn. Just what we need.
“Chance!” The guy behind the bar waves.
Chance walks toward him, and I follow, perfectly content to avoid Peterson and his overblown ego.
“Evening, Jed. This is my brother Miles.”
The man—Jed, apparently—holds out his hand. “Good to meet you. So you’re one of the billion heirs?”
Is there anyone in town who doesn’t know about the inheritance? “Not quite yet,” I reply.
“Can I get you two anything?”
“Tonic water for me,” I say.
“Me, too.” Chance turns to me. “I play lousy when I’m drinking.”
“You got it.” Jed pours our drinks.
“Put it on my tab.” Chance grabs the icy glasses and passes one to me. “We’re going to take table six.”
“Enjoy.” Jed turns to another customer.
Chance and I head to the table, and I ignore the glare from Peterson. I don’t have it in me to deal with him tonight.
“How are you at eight-ball?” Chance asks.
“Okay.”
I take a look at the table. Four by eight. Regulation size. Most pool halls have smaller seven-foot tables. I look for a coin slot and find none. It’s free to play. Strange. Whoever Mikey is, he clearly owns this place outright and earns his keep off the drinks.
“You want to break?” I ask.
“I’ll rack.” Chance grabs the triangle. “You do the honors.”
I scan the pool cues on the wall and weigh a few in my hands until I find the one that feels right. I chalk the tip and break, sending the five ball into a side pocket.
“Guess I’m solids,” I say.
I continue to pocket solids and then the eight ball to successfully obliterate Chance in the first game before he even gets a turn.
“What the hell?” My brother stares at the table, eyes wide. “You said you were”—air quote—“okay?”
