The hunger returned to Ping's brain as she rounded a blind curve on the highway she was on. She was doing about 95 miles an hour in a 65 miles per hour zone, but she did not care, that was Ping. She was north of cute, she was somewhere around absolutely beautiful and stunning was a better way to describe her. She would never get a ticket from a male police officer if pulled over and if a female officer stopped her, she would pull out her previous credentials from the FBI a position she held in her previous career that she was still kind of tied to in some ways.
Her cell phone rang as her favorite song came on the radio, Burning Down The House by the Talking Heads. She turned up the volume as high as it would go and her cell phone rang and rang. A few seconds later her cell phone rang again. Her phone was between her legs on the car seat she was sitting in driving. She concentrated on the song as she did not want to answer her phone. She glanced down at her phone and there was a text message at the top of the screen, "answer the God damn phone!". She did not answer. Her foot reacted and she was now doing g well over a hundred miles an hour.
She could not figure out if the hunger in her stomach was from her lack of baccarat play coupled with the casino action she craved for, or if it was actual hunger itself. Ping was smart, actually north of smart, more like brilliant. Her classic education was a degree with honors from Dartmouth University in New Hampshire. But she was equally educated in reality and less than formal training, most any law enforcement officer ever experiences in their Police Academy training and their years of field experience coupled together. Ping was special, a natural, a talented woman well past whatever her years at Dartmouth University taught her in the various classrooms she sat in. The streets of various Chinatown's in various Asian sections of New York City, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Chicago as well as Bangkok, Hong Kong, Macau, Phnom Penh, Vientiane and many other cities and back jungles less than famous towns throughout the Mekong Delta, taught her to name just a few.
Ping previously worked full-time for the Department of Justice, the Federal Bureau of Investigation, who had originally recruited her as an Asian translator and research assistant but quickly found her niche as a lead agent and supervisor of one of the FBI's elite units as a confidential informant handler and mentor for the FBI's high-risk criminal Asian Triad Enterprise Task Force Unit. Murder, kidnapping, human trafficking, racketeering and international terrorism were among the everyday 'normal' type of cases where confidential informants known as, CI's or snitches, whether for pay or working off other criminal charges were involved in.
Ping's phone went off again and once again she looked down at it and the same words were showing on the display," unknown caller". It was an "unknown caller" when her previous boss needed to get a hold of her each and every time and call in the many favors that she owed. Ping always owed a lot of favors to a lot of people. That's the way ping lived.
Ping was hell-bent to get to the casino and inside and sit down at the baccarat table. She wanted to play a few shoes of baccarat and just be like everyone else for a change. She was about 15 miles out from the casino and another favorite song of Ping's came on the radio, Another Brick in the Wall by Pink Floyd. She figured that she would just about be pulling up to the casino about the time that the song was finished. Ping finally made it into the casino's parking lot. She found a place to park and she grabbed her purse and headed into the casino. As she was walking through the parking lot she threw her head back, ran her fingers through her hair and adjusted her purse, all while starring up at the sky.
She was strutting down the aisle of the casino towards the baccarat room for the next minute. The neon glow of the baccarat sign above the entrance to the high-limit room caught her eyes. She was strutting down the aisle past the craps, roulette and blackjack tables with the sole mission to get herself inside the baccarat room. She glanced off at the baccarat tables as she was walking past them. She caught the look of one of the blackjack players eyeballing her up and down and she could not resist stopping and squaring off on the guy. Ping said, "What the f*** are you looking at, how come you don't concentrate on your game or pay attention to that woman sitting next to you"? Ping continued to the baccarat room and grabbed an empty seat. She threw up two stacks of wrapped hundred dollar bills each stack containing $10,000 onto the table. The dealer called out, "Change only, twenty thousand". Waldo was working the podium in the pit directly behind the table Ping sat down at. Waldo hangs up the phone and shuffled the few steps to the table. Waldo eyeballs Ping and Ping said, "What is the matter, you never seen an Asian girl play this game before"?