Bringing Down The House

Bringing Down the HouseAt 3:10 A.M., Barry Chow looked like he was about to pass out. Three empty martini glasses sat on the felt in front of him. He leaned forward on both elbows, staring at his cards. Truth be told, his name wasn't Barry Chow. It was Kevin Lewis. And he wasn't drunk. The splotches on his cheeks had been painted on. His pile of chips--$30,000 worth--wouldn't impress the people who knew him well. They'd be more interested in the ratty duffel bag under his chair.Kevin breathed de...