M.R. and I decided to make another play at Resorts International (in Atlantic City) based on our last trip. In our estimation, we didn’t get any heat and in our opinions, we decided it was a good place to train.

Once again, we used the same scenario as before. M.R. would enter the high roller pit and ask the floor supervisor to save us two spots at the table. He’d then tell the supervisor that he had to use the rest room and leave the pit. He would position himself behind a row of slot machines so he was able to see my signal to enter the game.

I would go to the table, which on this particular day had a $50 minimum betting limit. After the shuffle, I would start playing and when the shoe got positive, I would signal M.R. to enter the game. I would never count more than two shoes since M.R. saved the two spots before calling in him otherwise it would arouse to much suspicion from the pit. The first shoe was not good so I didn’t call in M.R. but thankfully, after a few rounds in the next shoe, the count turned positive to the point that I signaled M.R. to enter the game.

His initial bets were $500 on each hand. Eventually, the shoe turned very positive and M.R. raised his bets to $5,000 on each hand.

There happened to be another player on the table, who was flat betting $20,000 per hand and losing. This player called for another $200,000 marker. After about half an hour, he had won enough to pay off the $200,000 marker, and won about $50,000 off his first marker. He told the dealer to cash him in, saying, "Boy, I made comeback." I though to myself, "How can he consider losing $150,000 a comeback."

During this time, I had signaled M.R. to leave the table about three times. Since we were ahead, I decided it was best to call off our play at Resorts. Previously, I had given M.R. instructions to take a cab to the motel where I was staying. (I had my own car since I lived only 25 miles from Atlantic City.)

We both got comps and decided to have lunch, but not together. We planned to play that evening at Harrah’s casino, located in the marina area.

We met at Harrah’s and used the same scenario as we had previously used at Resorts. After two hours of play, we lost a small amount of our winnings. WE decided to meet at the Hilton casino on the boardwalk the next morning.

We employed the same playing scenario at the Hilton, and when the count went positive, I signaled M.R. to enter the game. He played two hands, betting $2,000 on each hand. Immediately, I sensed something was wrong because a lot of attention was being directed towards M.R. The next time the shoe turned positive and I signaled M.R. to enter the game, the floor yelled to the dealer, "Shuffle up." The dealer proceeded to shuffle the cards and start a new shoe. I didn’t want to signal M.R. to leave because I felt it would cause even more suspicion. Therefore, I signaled M.R. to flat bet $500 a hand. AS luck would have it, he won most of the hands just "flat betting."

I finally decided to pull the plug on this play and we met back at the motel. I asked M.R. if he any problems playing at the Hilton. He said previously that he had gotten some heat. I told him he should have told this before we made a play there. I also explained to him that he shouldn’t be keeping any previous experiences like this from me. Another point I made to M.R. was that I insisted that he should never introduce me to any of his friends because I wanted to keep our playing relationship anonymous.

We decided to make our next play in Las Vegas.

(To be continued in next issue of BJI.)