If it "takes a thief to catch a thief" ... what does it take to catch a psi-gifted thief?
t!" Her perfume was cheap, but generous, and pretty well covered up her need for a bath.
"There's some left," I told her. "Show me how." She hugged my arm to her skinniness. That's all any of the hustlers ever want--to get their hands on your chips. They figure some of them will stick to their fingers.
The gambler next to me had won a dollar bet without my help. He acted mighty glad for a win--maybe it was a while since he'd hit it. I decided to give him a run of luck.
Now in charge of my chips, Sniffles called the turn on every roll. She was hot. It wasn't just that she followed where the gambler next to me put his dough--she was ahead of him on pushing out the chips on half the rolls.
He quickly saw that my chips had stayed on the same side of the line each roll as his. He cursed me for a good luck mascot. "Stick with me, Lefty," he said. "We'll break the table!" I rammed a hard lift under his heart, and then, ashamed of myself, quit it. He turned pale before I took it off him.
The story presumes there is a Lodge of psychically gifted people which trains its members to develop their talents. Then finds them a job. A telekinetic surgeon, Walter Bupp, is yanked from his hospital and sent by the Lodge to Lake Tahoe to find out how a casino is being bilked.
If you can stand the details of craps games and can buy finely-honed psi powers, then you might enjoy the story.