"Just a bit of Marc Esserman's spirit," Leo replied, clicking his mouse on a beat-up laptop nearby to refresh his memory on a specific PGN file he’d downloaded that morning.
Twenty moves later, the shark stared at a board where his queen was trapped and his king was cornered in a cage of Leo’s making. He tipped his king over with a shaky hand.
"The Smith-Morra?" the shark laughed. "You're giving away a pawn for a dream."