Tall Tales of Sin: Cindy's Sin

By Michael Shawn Sommermeyer

Cindy Lash encounters danger the moment she arrives in Las Vegas to avenge the death of her father Tommy. But getting revenge will take luck, magic, and street smarts. An armed robbery wreaks havoc on her plans and shatters her only lead. Plunged into a frantic chase to find the killer, Cindy plunges into a nightmare of murder and corrupt greed. She lacks street smarts, but luck may be her best asset.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michael Shawn Sommermeyer
• Release date: Jul 15, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463839263

Michael Shawn Sommermeyer

A writer of mysteries, fantasies, and science fiction focusing on oddities and strange phenomenon. I wonder how we dream and what we dream about.

Book preview

Tall Tales of Sin:

Cindy’s Sin

Michael Shawn Sommermeyer

Copyright © 2018 Michael Shawn Sommermeyer

All rights reserved.

ISBN: 9781717019264

For Stony

I met you after you became a courthouse legend. I wish I knew you as a hard-boiled casino detective running security for Benny Binion.

Something tells me you would have liked this adventure. I tell you about it on the other side.

I appreciate my family for putting up with my flights of fancy and I hope they someday they will look back on my stories and smile.

Greyhound Arriving

A ray of sunshine poked up over Sunrise Mountain, snaking its way through the canopy of Fremont Street, falling downward to pause a moment in a puddle of beer, then reflecting upwards to land on the shoulder of Vegas Vic.

Quite a party last night Sally, the large man beamed to his partner across the street. He attempted to adjust his cigarette.

Yes, Vic. Quite a party. Sassy Sally tried to straighten out her leg.

A young couple bounced out of the Glitter Gulch, into the empty street, running past a uniformed man sweeping up the trash and litter of the overnight. The young man, slightly old enough to drink, pulled the girl along as she pushed down her skirt. They laughed and skipped past the man with the broom. The janitor drew the clutter in faster.

Still underway, it would seem, said Vic.

Yes, Vic, Sassy replied as she tried to nod. Her neon eyes followed the couple down the canopy.

They sure look happy. Sassy's skirt lit up and the neon tubing glowed bright pink around her hat. You can feel the love all around us Vic.

His handkerchief glowed bright orange in reply.

Cindy Lash set down her suitcase and looked up at the tall man with the cowboy hat sporting a welcoming smile and a frozen wave. The neon around his hat sparkled. Cindy was lost for a moment and the tall man seemed to say Howdy. She followed his eye to the cowgirl sitting atop the strip club named Glitter Gulch. Sally flickered and her neon eye seemed to wink back.

I'll bet you know a few secrets, Cindy said as she picked up her bag. Hoping to find someone to talk to, she looked down Fremont Street. With the last flickering lights and neon extinguished, the sun had become more than just a yellow glow.

Just in from Fallbrook on the overnight bus, heat blasted Cindy in the face. Although the sun was struggling to peak past the hotel towers, the bit of sunlight still burned like a flame. She shaded her eyes and wiped sweat from her forehead. The beads of water dripped into her eyes carrying with them a burning sting.

She carelessly wiped them away with her hand and moved into the shade. She reached into her rose satchel and pulled out a folded sheet of paper. It was a crumpled itinerary of all the things she had ever planned to do in Sin City.

The list was