It has been pointed out that some text from the final part of chapter 10 was missing when posted. This is the full transcript of that final piece (excluding the poker commentary).
CHAPTER 10: KATHERINE IS TAKEN
Despite the early finish, Daniel had still slept soundly but when the morning call that he had booked roused him, he felt an alarm go off in his head when he realised that Grace was not in the bed beside him. And from the look of the bed, she had not returned that night. Feeling a sense of apprehension, he had jumped out of the bed, only to find a note pushed under the door.
The last such note was from Katherine but this one was in Grace's handwriting, briefly explaining that she was staying at Lisa's hotel that night and would see him later. He felt all kinds of an idiot. Of course, she had been performing with Lisa Welles last night and such was his focus on his poker, the thought had not occurred to him. And with his early finish, he could have gone to the club to support her!
He cursed himself all the way to the Rio, but as he sat down at his table, he pushed Grace out of his mind and quietly reflected on the fact that after three, tough, exhausting, days of play, he was still here.
Despite his early morning shock, the relatively premature finish yesterday had allowed him to recharge his batteries and he felt relatively fresh and ready for the twists and turns that awaited. His main objective was to stay out of trouble in an effort to finish in as high a position as possible, but to play the cards aggressively when they came his way.
He had drawn a tough seat including chip leader, Ollie Willson, an amateur from Ohio, but then at this stage, he knew there were no easy tables. There were three professionals at the table, the delightful Gavin Smith and Humberto Brenes, and the brash Josh Arieh. He had no thoughts of lasting out the day as that would be almost impossible. Instead, his focus was partly on staying alive for as long as possible but also on proving to himself, let alone others, that he belonged in this company.
The amateur from Ohio controlled the early action as would have been expected as his chip stack of 645,500 was around 150,000 ahead of his closest rival. That was Annie Duke, and the possibility of a woman winning the Main Event had sent a major buzz around the poker world. And with Annie generally being acknowledged as the best female player among a talented bunch, her hopes were high.
At this table, Wilson had Daniel almost two and a half to one in chips and was at least three to one ahead of everyone else. The man from Ohio was in seat seven and it appeared his strategy was to play just about every hand from the start, betting three times the big blind seemingly irrespective of the cards he was being dealt. It was powerful stuff, stealing blinds, punishing raises, and for a while it seemed that the table was unable or unwilling to prevent his march to glory.
Daniel was amongst those keeping a low profile. Until he caught pocket tens, that is. He made a small raise of 15,000 chips. For some reason Wilson decided to sit this one out and it was Humberto Brenes who re-raised the same amount. Brenes was a quirky, well liked Costa Rican who often wore loud, colourful scarves and he raised his card protector as Daniel looked at him, waving the small shark at Daniel.
"Careful, my friend. The shark is going to get you!" he boomed out in his deep voice.
He stood up, walking around, sliding his spectacles down low on his nose and staring at Daniel over the top of them, a bright smile lighting up his face.
The flop was Queen-Eight-Three.
After Daniel checked, Brenes raised again. He pushed in 20,000 this time and again, Daniel called.
The turn was the five of clubs. That was no help to either it seemed, but this time Brenes pushed his sleeves up in his now familiar gesture and waved his chips into the middle of the table.
"All in!" he theatrically announced, a big smile adorning his face.
Remaining standing, he immediately waved his shark through the air again, clicking on the light in its mouth as he teased Daniel with the small toy.
"The shark is going to get you! The shark is going to get you!" he repeated, waving a finger in the air as if in admonishment.
Daniel smiled back but attempted to ignore the traditional Brenes sideshow. Even so, his mind would not fully focus as out of the corner of his eye he caught Brenes wandering across to the rail to talk to his two brothers in their native language as if he was out for a walk. Daniel's issue was that whilst he had no idea where he stood, his instinct told him he was ahead.
He agonised before reluctantly throwing his cards in, pretty sure he was doing the wrong thing, but feeling it was too early for such a confrontation. Brenes nodded knowingly from his position beside his two brothers before sauntering back to the table and, picking up his cards, flicking them over to reveal two black Aces. He waved an admonishing finger in the air again.
"Good fold, my friend. Good fold. Stay away from the shark!" he said.
With a biting motion into the empty air, followed by a big smile, Humberto sat back down, ready to play the next hand. It was to prove his last. Remarkably he picked up Aces again, but Gavin Smith hit a set of threes on the flop. He re-raised Brenes all-in and the shark was on its way home.
Daniel had been struggling from the start of play and the pot he had lost to the Costa Rican had not helped. His chip stack was steadily reducing and he realised that he would have to raise his game. It was as they approached the break that he became involved in three hands that turned around his day.
In the first, he made a big raise with pocket Queens, four times the big blind. Willson immediately called and Daniel's prayers were answered when the flop brought rags: Three-Five-Eight.
Daniel raised again, 60,000 this time. Willson called again.
The turn brought a Jack. Daniel had half his chips in the pot and the instinct that had proved incorrect against Brenes, told him he was ahead again. But although he tried, he was unable to put Willson on a hand. Impetuously he pushed the rest of his chips in, immediately cursing himself for his action when he received an immediate call.
Willson flipped over Jack-Five. He had two pair.
Daniel cursed inwardly. That rash move was about to end his tournament.
He stood up in time-honoured tradition, his chair squeaking on the floor as the back of his legs pushed it away. The Chip Leader was about to take him out with a Jack-Five unsuited and other than stroke his crystal, he could only watch the final card being dealt. His fate was now out of his hands. Only a five, eight or queen would prolong his tournament.