Zok ! by Todd Capp's Mystery Train

Grinning grimly, the fortune-ruled crime lord pads across his rich shag rug and grabs his inter-office telephone. Mac? Send John in. —roommate’s in Queens tonight, Johnny, and I’d love for you to come — Hey, John! El Señor want to have a word with you! Get our coats honey, I’ll be right back. What’s up, Señor? What’s with the goofy suit? It’s a game, amigo — a game I wish you to play. When this dial ceases to revolve, I want you to touch whichever of my hands you choose. Sounds nuts — but OK. I pick…right. -- ZOK!