"Traitors," I say.
"Investors," Dex corrects.
He taps the board with the marker.
"We’re simply tracking when you will admit you’re in love with your wife."
"You’re insane," I say.
Gregory crosses his arms.
"Statistically," he says calmly, "it’s a strong probability curve."
"A probability curve?" I say. "You idiots doing math now?"
"We adjusted the odds after the club incident," Dex adds.
"What club incident?"
Dex grins.
"The one where you teleported across town like Batman because some guy was trying to show Natalie his dance moves."
The locker room erupts again.
"He did show up pretty fast," Bobby says thoughtfully.
"Ten minutes," Gregory confirms.
"Traffic was light," I mutter.
Dex immediately adds another line on the board.
Dex – When Shelly starts bringing homemade lunches to the rink
He stares at it for a second.
"Actually," he says, crossing it out again, "this one's better."
He rewrites it.
Dex – YESTERDAY
"Odds shifted," he says.
"You people need hobbies," I say.
"This is a hobby," Dex replies proudly.
He starts collecting folded bills from guys across the room.
"Twenty dollar buy in," he reminds them.
"You’re running a gambling ring," I say.
"I prefer the term investment opportunity," Dex says.
I turn back to the board.
