"Skinny little five-foot tall asthmatic," Jim said, "purple shiners under his eyes, asking between coughs if you wanna game of pool. Stick taller than him sometimes. Puttin' down a fifty cent bet. Looks like a sure thing. Next thing you know, he's walkin' out with ten bucks and I'm makin' sure the guys he took for their wallets aren't gonna try to flatten him before we get home."

Tony was grinning. "You dog."