He reached for the coin. His fingers never touched it. With the flick of his wrist the gentleman sent the coin sailing into the air. It tumbled among the snowflakes, flashing metallic among the white. But this time the gentleman…
He reached for the coin. His fingers never touched it. With the flick of his wrist the gentleman sent the coin sailing into the air. It tumbled among the snowflakes, flashing metallic among the white. But this time the gentleman…
The cabbie frowned. His horse shifted and tossed her head. But the drunk hadn’t left. A white-sleeved arm extended out of the darkness, a glinting coin offered up by long elegant fingers. “Well, if I ain’t a’ Ant’ony Pig! A…