Las Vegas, Nevada lived up to its billing. Excesses invariably outdid themselves. The bitter wind blowing down from the Great Basin never failed to whip the Strip.
She got a job at the Flamingo emptying slot machines. Her shift started at three in the morning. She liked the work.
Now and then, slot payers still used actual money, so there were still bills and coins to remove and haul off to the counting room.
She loaded the drawers of the sleek chrome wagon she pushed through the casino.
To vanish into a graveyard shift in Las Vegas, Nevada was just what she wanted.
