Luca’s thumb traced the rim of his bowl. Seven percent wasn’t much against a setup. But it was enough to sense a trap. “Who’s framing me?”
“How do you know?”
He tapped his chest. “Seven percent. The odds of a trap being set in the original lab are sixty-three percent higher than anywhere else. And the odds of me walking into it anyway?” He stood, pulling on his coat. “Exactly one hundred.” luckydog7
Luca paused at the door, the rain hissing against the awning. “Because luck isn’t about winning, Mina. It’s about knowing when to roll the dice even when they’re loaded.” Luca’s thumb traced the rim of his bowl
“They’re calling you a ghost again,” she said, sliding a folded paper across the table. It was a casino chip—black, with a silver ‘7’ etched into its face. “This showed up in the evidence locker last week. It’s from the Celeste Tower job.” “Who’s framing me
He stepped out into the storm.
Luca didn’t touch it. “I wasn’t at Celeste Tower.”