"I remember, back when I was working Homicide, we had this guy come in who'd been shot for usin' a marked deck," Derevko said conversationally, or at least as close as he could ever manage to be. He finished off knocking back the rest of his jack and coke. "Hell of a fuckin' thing. He'd cheated some guys... 'business partners', if you know what I mean, so they shot him. And then they took the deck, right, and shoved it-" Derevko paused, on some level figuring that this was a conversation better for a cop bar. Well, at least he was changing the subject. Sort of. Badly.
"Anyway, the coroner couldn't keep a straight face while he was checking the guy out, 'cause every time he opened him up or moved him, another card would just pop out the fuck out, like some sorta magic trick."