Domino shook her head. The thing about street hustlers is that they never do only the one thing. Even if they did, often they were a good source of information, and easy to bribe. She had to get this man in private, to get information about how New York was being run these days. Which meant getting rid of the asshole Remy was currently dealing with.
Easy enough. Domino waltzed over, her sunglasses hiding her tattoo but not her skin tone. "Are you seriously brain damaged, sir? I'm only asking because I care." Her tone of voice made it clear that she didn't. "I'm going to do you a favor and tell you that none of these cards are your queen, and if you're this desperate, your money would be better spent on a lottery ticket."
She pulled her wallet out of her pocket and handed him a hundred dollar bill to replace the one he'd just plunked down. "Get out of here. I've got business with this card shark."