Sharks. That’s the only way to describe them. A couple of no-good sharks, preying on every helpless minnow they crossed paths with. And the management was in on it too, of course — they just wanted a cut of the action. They’d been running tables here for more than half a decade, and it’s a wonder no one had cracked their skulls in with a pool cue. But it was only a matter of time before their luck ran out.