Océan Thirteen -

The enemy was Willy Bank, a casino mogul with a smile as sharp as a stiletto. Bank had built "The Bank"—a gargantuan, gold-leafed temple of ego that towered over the Strip. He had swindled Reuben out of his half of the deal, sending the old man to a hospital bed with a crushed spirit and a failing pulse.

Danny lit a cigarette. "No. It's over when the fat man sings."

The plan was impossible, even by their standards. The crew—Rusty, Frank, Linus, the Malloy brothers, and the ever-explosive Basher Tarr—gathered in a shuttered factory outside town. The whiteboard was not for numbers this time. It was for sin.