HARD CASH: The Jack Barnett / Las Vegas Series, #2
By Mike Dennis
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What if a total stranger gave you $95,000 in cash as he lay dying in the street? Do you keep it? Even after knowing who it really belongs to?
Ex-private investigator Jack Barnett is handed such an envelope on a back street in Las Vegas. He needs the money, but as he learns more about it, he is drawn deeper into the world of a shady real estate mogul, whose reach extends all the way to a Texas border town, where bribery is the way things get done.
HARD CASH is a hard-boiled novelette, the second entry in Mike Dennis' Jack Barnett / Las Vegas Series. Set in the steaming underbelly of Las Vegas, these tales of a reluctant ex-private investigator drag the reader down the darkest streets of Sin City, USA.
This book comes with a preview of the third installment of the series, a full novel called THE DOWNTOWN DEAL.
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HARD CASH - Mike Dennis
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There's this place in Las Vegas they call the Neon Boneyard. It's where a lot of the old casino and hotel/motel signs are stored. They call it a museum, kind of like the city's version of the Guggenheim, but the place is really nothing more than a big walled-in outdoor lot in a pretty creepy neighborhood on the north rim of downtown.
You go there and you'll see those old neon giants sitting on the ground, unlit, ghostly shadows of their glorious selves back when they towered majestically over bustling boulevards.
I took a guided tour of the Boneyard one cold February afternoon, and somewhere near the end of the tour guide's spiel, I split myself off from the rest of the group to explore on my own. I wandered to a remote corner of the lot where I stood alone under the chill blue sky, without the chattering guide. Dwarfed among the enormous signs, I could feel the spooky silence. Like they were awaiting resurrection.
I wanted to soak up a little local culture. I've been living in Las Vegas ever since I moved up from LA almost two years ago, back in the spring of 2001. All I really knew about this city was what I'd heard, so I thought I'd get out and see some history, or what passes for history around here.
A town like this, you don't have to dig too deep to uncover the past.
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Following the tour, I stepped out of the Boneyard lot onto the sidewalk. As I climbed into my car half a block away, I heard a sudden, violent thump to my immediate left. I spun around to see a man tumble hard to the pavement not fifteen feet away. The tan cargo van that hit him squealed wide around the corner, weaving across both lanes of Wilson Avenue, and sped toward Maryland Parkway, where it would eventually melt into northside traffic. I caught printing on the side and back of the van, but I couldn't grab the plate number.
I rushed to him. Blood streamed from his right ear, and he struggled for breath. When I pulled out my cell phone to call 911, he clutched my forearm as best he could, gasping for words. With thinning black hair, he appeared to be middle-aged, of slender build, maybe Hispanic.
By the time I finished the call, he had reached into the inside pocket of his jacket, unsteadily digging out a thick white envelope. Quaking, he handed it to me. I saw writing, but I didn't stop to look. Desperate brown eyes begged me to listen as he tried to speak. I cradled his head. In the background, I heard a couple of cars passing by. No one stopped.
G-g-give ... to ...
He hacked and moaned in pain.
Give this to who? To who?
Without thinking, I stuffed the envelope inside my shirt. I looked around. No pedestrians anywhere on this back street.
His eyes rolled upward into his head and blood kept pouring out of his ear, flowing across the cold asphalt toward the gutter.
Who? Who?
I shouted.
His labored breath tried to form words. Bla ... Bl ...
He exhaled once, and I knew he was gone.
I departed the scene ASAP. Once the cops got here and caught sight of a corpse, I wanted to be far, far away.
Because I'm Jack Barnett, thirty-six, former private investigator from Los Angeles, and the authorities there revoked my PI license back in the spring of '01. I won't go into it here, but I'll just say I went a little too far on this one job, and my hot temper got me into deep shit once again. Turned out to be a pretty serious affair, so I felt I'd better split town right way. Once I got to Las Vegas, I kept a low profile, realizing California might well have a warrant out for me. So the last thing I need right now is some cop taking my data and running it through the system.
Also, there was the matter of the envelope.
I hustled back to my car and fired it up. I drove away, my eyes shifting between the road and the rear view mirror. No one, except for the dead man, was on the street. I felt the envelope bulging inside my shirt, and from the minute I first touched it, I had a pretty good idea of what was inside. Patting it a couple of times, I headed directly home, without exceeding the speed limit.
Once in the relative safety of my apartment, I relaxed and poured myself a straight-up Dalmore. I took a quick sip.
Now, I have to say right here single-malt Scotch is the only luxury I allow myself.