You know you're smarter than all of them, right?" Hale said flatly. "In fact, if you wanted to PROVE it. . . " He glanced at the blackjack tables. Simon shook his head. "I don't count cards, Hale. " "Don't?" Hale smiled. "Or won't? You know, technically, it's not illegal. " "But it's frowned upon. " Sweat beaded at Simon's brow. He sounded like someone had just suggested he swim after eating. . . run with scissors. . . "It is SERIOUSLY frowned upon.
Well, a nuclear-free zone in the Middle East would be a wonderful thing.