
When I was in my twenties, I worked as a receptionist in downtown Pittsburgh. At lunchtime I’d browse through little shops and big department stores, and I soon discovered there was a bookstore just a couple of blocks from my office.

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?