Stephen King: The Dead Zone

‘Spin it,’ Johnny said, and put his quarters down in two stacks of four on the third trip.

As the Wheel buzzed around in its cage of lights, Sarah asked Johnny, never taking her eyes from the spin, ‘How much can a place like this take in on one night?’

The teenagers had been joined by a quartet of older people, two men and two women. A man with the build of a construction worker said, ‘Anywheres from five to seven hundred dollars.’

The pitchman rolled his eyes again. ‘Oh, man, I wish you was right,’ he said.

‘Hey, don’t give me that poor mouth,’ the man who looked like a construction worker said. ‘I used to work this scam twenty years ago. Five to seven hundred a night, two grand on a Saturday, easy. And that’s running a straight Wheel.’

Johnny kept his eyes on the Wheel, which was now spinning slowly enough to read the individual numbers as they flashed past. It flashed past 0 and 00, through the first trip, slowing, through the second trip, still slowing.

‘Too much legs, man,’ one of the teenagers said.

‘Wait,’ Johnny said, in a peculiar tone of voice. Sarah glanced at him, and his long, pleasant face looked oddly strained, his blue eyes darker than usual, for away, distant.

The pointer stopped on 30 and came to rest.

‘Hot stick, hot stick,’ the pitchman chanted resignedly as the little crowd behind Johnny and Sarah uttered a cheer. The man who looked like a construction worker clapped Johnny on the back hard enough to make him stagger a bit. The pitchman reached into the Roi-Tan box under the counter and dropped four singles beside Johnny’s eight quarters.

‘Enough?’ Sarah asked.

‘One more,’ Johnny said. ‘If I win, this guy paid for our fair and your gas. If I lose, we’re out half a buck or so.

‘Hey-hey-hey,’ the pitchman chanted. He was brightening up now, getting his rhythm back. ‘Get it down where you want it down. Step right up, you other folks. This ain’t no spectator sport. Round and round she’s gonna go and where she’s gonna stop ain’t nobody knows.’

The man who looked like a construction worker and the two teenagers stepped up beside Johnny and Sarah. After a moment’s consultation, the teenagers produced half a buck in change between them and dropped it on the middle trip. The man who looked like a construction worker, who introduced himself as Steve Bernhardt, put a dollar on the square marked EVEN.

‘What about you, buddy?’ the pitchman asked Johnny. ‘You gonna play it as it lays?’

‘Yes,’ Johnny said.

‘Oh man,’ one of the teenagers said, ‘that’s tempting fate.’

‘I guess,’ Johnny said, and Sarah smiled at him.

Bernhardt gave Johnny a speculative glance and suddenly switched his dollar to his third trip. ‘What the hell,’ sighed the teenager who had told Johnny he was tempting fate. He switched the fifty cents he and his friend had come up with to the same trip.

‘All the eggs in one basket,’ the pitchman chanted. ‘That how you want it?’

The players stood silent and affirmative. A couple of roustabouts had drifted over to watch, one of them with a lady friend; there was now quite a respectable little knot of people in front of the Wheel of Fortune concession in the darkening arcade. The pitchman gave the Wheel a mighty spin. Twelve pairs of eyes watched it revolve. Sarah found herself looking at Johnny again, thinking how strange his face was in this bold yet

somehow furtive lighting. She thought of the mask again – Jekyll and Hyde, odd and even. Her stomach turned over again, making her feel a little weak. The Wheel slowed, began to tick. The teenagers began to shout at it, urging it onward.

‘Little more, baby,’ Steve Bernhardt cajoled it. ‘Little more, honey.’

The Wheel ticked into the third trip and came to a stop on 24. A cheer went up from the crowd again.

‘Johnny, you did it, you did it I’ Sarah cried.

The pitchman whistled through his teeth in disgust and paid off. A dollar for the teenagers, two for Bernhardt, a ten and two ones for Johnny. He now had eighteen dollars in front of him on the board.

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