All three were casino type programs and taught her how to win at Black Jack. She played those programs every spare moment. Her quick mind began to und...rstand the odds and feel of the game. When she thought she was ready she asked Pat to take her back again. That time she won twenty six thousand. She found that she could perceive the next card in the shoe and the dealer's hole card. She had an advantage. When she told Pat about her 'Gift' he bought a deck of cards and tested her, she named. Still money is good. Once the robbery was complete, I surveyed the remaining stuff. There were her car keys, a small diary, some notes and cosmetics. There was some more money, including some loose change. I took the lot, not sure what might yield what. Once I was sure the purse was empty, I threw it over the wall, realizing only then that I'd have to go back and take it, should the police search for evidence.With this new problem on the horizon, I headed full speed out of the venue, only to. But Kat guided them to my table, where she stood, holding a tray upon which her wrapped tacos lay, and boldly said, "You remind me of my Uncle Bob. Is this seat taken?" Caitlin!" squealed one of her friends. She was a pretty typical college girl, cute, but not classically beautiful, in fairly good shape, and who knew better than to approach strange men. I didn't get much of a look at the other girl. I was looking at Caitlin."Well," I said, ignoring the outraged objection to Caitlin's forward. . . Then she heard her sister giggle. He giggled as well. His shrill sound pierced her eardrums, deadening the eerie tune again. Never again, she promised herself. ‘She is a stubborn one,’ the male voice said again. He had an accent, possibly German, and why he was in her living room, Maran wasn’t sure she’d find out right away and enjoy the answer if she did. ‘We’ll have to bring her in to say hello.’ The music stopped altogether, but there was the opening of a drawer. Someone was going for.