He spat out, “There’s no tell. You’re just trying to goad me.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Volkov.”

He stared at her for a moment longer. “You’re lying. I don’t have time for this, bitch.”

“Then maybe you’ll have time for this.” Tanner reached into his pocket and produced a small key. He tossed it to Volkov, who caught it.

“What’s this?”

“Look at it.”

Volkov turned the key over in his hands. He stared at the distinctive logo on its head. “Talbot Automotive.”

“That key fits into the ignition of a 1948 Talbot-Lago Grand Sport. Luxury Edition, of course.”

Volkov stopped breathing for a moment. “You’re lying.”

“No. And what’s more, I own it. As I’m sure you realize, there were only twelve ever made.”

Volkov still looked stunned. “I’ve been trying to get that car for years. I almost bought one in Sao Paulo last year, but the owner changed his mind at the last minute.”

“So I understand.”

“How—? How did you—?”

“I found another one and worked my powers of persuasion on the owner.” He repeated Volkov’s words: “It’s not a game, you know. It’s psychology.”

“Is it here?”

“No. I had it delivered to the Hammerstein Luxury and Classic Cars dealership in North Las Vegas. They should be finished detailing it anytime now. After that, it will be on display in their front window showcase. If you don’t believe me, you can send one of your men to go take a look.” Tanner pulled out his phone and scrolled through a folder of photos. He showed one to Volkov. “Here it is shortly after they took delivery. It’s beautiful.”

Volkov gazed at it with more longing than Lara had ever seen him express toward any human being. His eyes flicked up to Tanner. “How much do you want for it?”

“It’s not for sale.”

“Everything’s for sale, Tanner. It’s just a matter of price.”

“That’s almost true. And I am a little short right now. So maybe I’ll give you a chance to win it from me. We’ll play here. Right now.”

Volkov’s eyes went back to that photo on Tanner’s phone. “It’s stunning.”

“It can be yours by the end of the evening.”

Volkov stared at the photo for a moment longer. “Where did you find it?”

“Alberta, Canada.”

“Part of the Duffer collection…I’m familiar with it. It’s in remarkable condition. The Duffers had no interest in parting with it…They won’t even return my phone calls or emails anymore.”

“Like I said, it’s a matter of psychology.” Tanner put away his phone. “Are we doing this or not?”

He was still hesitating. “What’s your game?”

“Today I’m in the mood for poker.”

“Five-card stud?”

“I’m thinking Pai Gow. At that table right over there.”