"Yeah, between this and gambling, I do all right," John said, counting out several hundred dollars in cash and stuffing them into an inner trench pocket before he turned his attention to the assortment of cards in the wallet. "Heh. Rich Boy's lucky I'm just after his money and not his identity. Look at this. Social Security card, voter ID, medical insurance, platinum Visa--remind me to stop and charge a bunch of controlled substances, Daddy'll love seeing that on his statement--picture of his girlfriend..." He paused to study the photo for a moment. "Christ, is she outta his league. Anyway, by the time that spell wears off, I could destroy his credit record for at least the next ten years, and maybe have a warrant out for his arrest."

He chuckled, pulling out the remaining useful items. "Hate to get rid of such a nice billfold, but he'll prolly report it stolen once he comes to his senses..."