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Ten till six in the morning Brett Tucker was woken by an intense, desperate banging on his door. He jumped out of bed, ready to kill the person causing the noise. Unchaining the lock and throwing open the door, he found his older brother Lucas was standing in the door way looking disheveled and panting for breath. Brett's mood quickly cooled. “Can I come in?” Lucas asked between breaths. Brett gestured for him to enter and directed him to the couch. Lucas sat down slowly catching his breath while Brett got him some water before sitting next to him. “Lucas, what happened?” Brett demanded. Lucas took another sip from the glass and stared at the floor for a few moments. “I need help Brett, I'm in trouble.” His eyes remained fixed on the floor. “I owe money to people, the wrong people.” He looked up at the ceiling now and took another sip. “I've been frequenting the Hit Me Casino lately.” Brett’s eyes grew wide then squinted in anger. “Lucas, I thought you were done with gambling!”