Lizzie Fox sauntered into the Babylon casino, Ted Robinson at her side. In appearance, they looked like all the other couples who were milling about or gambling. And just like any other visitors to Las Vegas, they were awed at the flashing lights, the bells, the whistles, the scantily clad waitresses just waiting to serve their free drinks.

Lizzie decided they were dressed appropriately, nothing to distinguish them from the other guests. She was wearing dark slacks, a yellow sweater, and loafers. She carried a matching gold suede jacket on one arm, a large Chanel carry bag on her shoulder. Ted wore pressed khakis, a white button-down shirt, and a tweed jacket. His pack was nestled securely on his back.

"Let's walk around. I want to get a feel for this place. We have forty minutes till we meet Ms. Preston. Remember, Ted, you're my assistant. That means you keep quiet, you listen, and you make sure your tape recorder is on. I hope you put fresh batteries in it." No need to tell the reporter her own recorder would be on inside the pocket of her slacks. Lizzie was big on doubles of everything. And she fervently believed in the old adage of Murphy's Law, that what can go wrong, will go wrong. Each tape would record for a full sixty minutes. If the interview went past the hour mark, she'd have to excuse herself and head outside to flip the tape. She really needed to get a digital recorder.

Lizzie chatted amiably with Ted as they strolled along like neither had a care in the world. "Do you know if they have monitors in these places that pick up sound?"

Ted grinned as he watched a white-haired grandmother feed twenty-dollar bills into a slot machine at the speed of light. She looked grim, like she was going to kick out at the machine or explode with frustration. "Not for a fact. This particular casino has over two thousand security cameras. I don't think I'm comfortable talking about this right now. Later, when we leave here, we can take a stroll, and I'll tell you what I've managed to come up with. Maggie has been text messaging me all day, so I have to combine all that she's told me with what I already have. It's awesome, Lizzie. All this crap they have here—Homeland Security wishes they had it themselves." He stopped, fished around in his pocket for a dollar bill, and slid it into one of the slot machines. "This is just a guess on my part, but I think you have met your match here, Miz Fox."

"You think?" Lizzie watched the wheel spin and laughed out loud when Ted won five dollars. "Take your four-dollar profit and move along."

Ted cashed out his winnings, and mumbled, "Yeah, I do think that. You're good, and I give you that, but these guys are better. No offense."