Ten of the meanest cons in the state pen met in the corner of the yard to
shoot some craps. The stakes were enormous, the tension palpable.
When his turn came to shoot, Dutsky nervously plunked down his
entire wad, shook the dice and rolled. A smile crossed his face as a seven
showed up, but it quickly changed to horror as a third die slipped out of
his sleeve and fell to the ground with the two others. No one said a word.
Finally, Killer Lucci picked up the third die, put it in his pocket and
handed the others to Dutsky.
"Roll 'em," Lucci said. "Your point is thirteen."
