
A close friend of mine in his eighties sent me his memoir in manuscript form. I found it fascinating as I’ve known the man thirty-five years. I had suggestions for him on perhaps reshaping it for a larger audience.
𝐴 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛 𝑉𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑠 takes you from the casinos of Las Vegas, Nevada to the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco to the wineries of Sonoma, California. It is a story of a normal man with usual problems caught up in a situation where he has to break the law in order to remain a free man and prove he isn’t the guilty one.
Have you ever known anyone who when they talk just talk? They don’t gesticulate with their hands. Their eyes don’t roam around the room. They don’t pet their cat or dog. They don’t look through their mail. They just talk. They stare into your eyes and talk, their mind not going elsewhere. That’s just not normal under most circumstances, is it?
US Marshall Devon McKenzie and NYC Detective Chris Gates do not get along with each other. They are transporting a prisoner from New York City to the state of Washington. One night while they are passing through Nebraska beneath a bright Aurora Borealis, they wreck and their prisoner escapes. This is the least of their problems though.