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Chapter one
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ere’s the thing. Every two-bit Tom and Dick on thisgloried mudfat thought prostitution was legal in LasVegas, but that’s never been true.Least, not when Gri was alive.Maybe times had changed—plenty on the Surace had—but it was more likely that the johns were too lazy to trek outto Nye County or a sampling rom the legal sexual menu. No,there was too much premeditation in that. But score a lay insome trucker-heavy roach-motel, and a man could tell himsel he was the victim o impulse. Caught up in the moment. Justa little ol’ ly snared in Sin City’s glinting web.Gri knew dierent. People created chaos, not places, andthey were damned good at it no matter where they lived. And when this glittering gem o a city teamed up with the world’s
 
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oldest proession, antasy piled atop antasy; it could convinceanyone that impulse was a virtue, not a vice. Just one roll o the dice, he thought, checking the numberon the warped motel door against the entry in his notebook. Just one sip, make sure to tip. Play hard, enjoy the ride, and becertain to take your secrets with you when you leave.Nicole Rockwell’s last john, however, had taken a bit more.“Help me!” she was yelling as Gri came through the door.Impressive, since she was missing her larynx. “There’s been aterrible crime!”Can’t argue that, Gri thought, gaze skimming the hem o her cheap vinyl skirt. “You Nicole Elizabeth Rockwell?”“Wh- what?” She looked rom Gri to the resh corpse onthe bed—her own—then back again. “Yes.”“Right.” He shut his notebook, returning it to his suitpocket. “Come with me.”Rockwell took one good look at his quasi-transparent ormand promptly collapsed on the bed. “Wh- who are you?”“Griin Shaw. I’m here to help.” He hesitated, then jerkedhis head at her remains. “Sorry I couldn’t get here sooner.”Her expression, blasted and constricted all at once, made his jaw twitch, but he shrugged it o. Guardian wasn’t his beat. Asa Centurion, he merely assisted the recently, and violently, de-ceased into the Everlast. Those who’d been clipped early otenhad trouble getting there on their own. As Gri well knew.He explained all o this to Nicole quickly, latly, hoping it would keep the hysterics to a minimum. Given hal a chance,emales were always either jawing or at the waterworks. Deador alive.“But I can’t just
leave,
” she protested when he was inished.“I’m going to a bonire this weekend, the irst one o the spring.
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