If you think the mob is out of Vegas, think again. There’s too much money to walk away and let enterprising corporations have it. The power base just shifted from Kansas City to New Jersey to take the heat off mob bosses in the Midwest. They’re all related—and if everything goes according to plan, the entire State of Nevada will soon be divided up between the families anyway.
A new breed of investment bankers appeared on the Las Vegas scene with plenty of money to risk backing corporations anxious to expand their playgrounds in the city that never sleeps, but no one ever investigated where these renegade banks suddenly got all that money. Casinos aren’t the only arena in Nevada where there’s big money to be made. Nuclear waste is the ugly byproduct of an ever-increasing appetite for power demanded by the American public. No state wants a dump site that would be radioactive for a zillion years in their back yard. The barren wastelands of Nevada, populated by coyotes, jackrabbits and snakes seems like the perfect place to create a vault bored deep into the mountains that stand guard over uninhabited alkali flats. The trucking company that delivers the volatile nuclear cocktail will make millions hauling the devastating dilemma created by government stupidity and human greed.
When a grisly fire in a suite at Caesar’s palace claims the life of the most beautiful showgirl in Las Vegas, Detective Danny Armstrong is assigned to the case. Citizen outrage is at an all-time high because the showgirl was a media darling. An ambassador for tourism, the showgirl traveled the world with the Las Vegas Visitors and Convention Authority, to promote the glitz capital of the world.
Every clue leads down one blind alley after another. In desperation, Danny turns to the psychic used by every detective at Metro—his mother, Catherine Armstrong. The gifted visionary senses one man sits like a spider at the center of a convoluted web of death and destruction. She warns Danny a plague, like no other in history, is about to be unleashed on Nevada. The showgirl, Glitter, was murdered for her part in the most frightening sensation Catherine has ever experienced.
Casino bosses, politicians, and a high-ranking military officer with ties to Area 51 become the sign posts that link the murdered showgirl to New Jersey mob boss, Jake Russo. A simple twist of fate, provided by Catherine Armstrong’s psychic powers, uncovers the secret connection to Russo and the owner of the Stardust, Jordan Gray. Once the foundation of lies and deceit are exposed, Danny soon discovers the mob never really left Las Vegas. Like a virus, it mutated and changed form to continue living off its lucrative host.
Prompted by voices from a void that defies human logic, Catherine is guided to the person who holds the key–a woman about to be murdered by Russo’s henchmen before she can ignite the powder keg that will destroy his operation, key figures in the casino industry, military and the existing political power structure.
Kristin Hastings, sister of the senior Senator from Nevada, and COO for the string of family casinos across the northern part of the state, is Jake Russo’s long-time lover. Catherine reveals the murdered showgirl was Kristin’s illegitimate daughter, whom Russo swore had died at birth. Acting out the role of paternal advisor, the mob boss placed the child in a Catholic home for foundlings and as she grew older, repeatedly molested the little girl.
Catherine convinces Kristen to vent her fury at the man who abused her daughter. Russo planned to use Glitter to infiltrate the highest levels of power and report back to him–but he never counted on the girl falling in love with the God-forsaken Mojave Desert. Glitter was about to reveal how the mob was going to profit from the nuclear waste site so Russo ordered an end to her life.
In a high-tech plot worthy of a James Bond movie, Danny, Catherine and Kristen lay plans to bring down the mob king-pin. From the safety of Kristen’s gaming resort in Ely, a geo-stationary satellite launched to keep a watchful eye on Area 51, is electronically high-jacked by Danny’s computer genius room-mate.
A lone reporter stands on a high and windy hill overlooking a vast expanse of desert. Pre-empting all network and cable programming, he details the mob’s involvement with political, military and casino industry leaders. Citing names, dates and places, none will escape the ruthless use of vigilante justice in the last frontier in America–Nevada.
With a cast of characters as colorful as the neon lights on the Las Vegas Strip, Glitter reflects life in a town like no other, run by an industry like no other. Gambling and vast amounts of money dominate the people, who call Las Vegas home. From boozy old cocktail waitresses to the computer gurus responsible for the technology that drives all casinos, the tale told in Glitter focuses on the most ancient and vile characteristic of our species . . . human greed.
The mob. Las Vegas. Showgirls. Murder. All these elements combine to make an exceptional read. Add in Area 51, Yucca Mountain Nuclear Waste Site, corrupt politicians and mix for an exciting murder mystery that kicks into high gear.
A lot has been written about Las Vegas’ early days—but few have shed a light on modern day corporations with ties to the mob, cleverly disguised as upright citizens, distinguished young MBAs, and politicians bought and paid for by campaign contributions as dark and tainted as nuclear waste.
When a media darling, a show girl who routinely traveled with the Las Vegas Convention and Visitor’s Authority, dies a grisly death in a fire at one of Caesar’s Palace most prestigious high-roller suites, the spotlight turns on an up and coming detective for Metro, Danny Armstrong.
Add Armstrong’s mother, a psychic the police call on to solve the city’s most complex cases, and you’ve got a read you won’t put down until the last chapter ends in the barren desert of Northern Nevada.