Chapter 20Josh arrived at The Saltshaker after the show as planned. He drove one pass around the open lot and looked for Steve’s car, not there yet. The Diavel took an empty spot. He hopped off and put the helmet in its compartment.
The single-story building stood alone in its parking lot. Surrounding towers on The Strip dwarfed it. Mike had told him The Saltshaker went way back. Long before the high-rises, this stretch was a desert getaway, literally surrounded by sand. Josh had seen the pictures. With empty lots between them, low-scale resorts and motor inns lined the two-lane street without a curb. Who walked, anyway, with so much convenient parking right in front of each establishment and little traffic.
The Saltshaker stayed open twenty-four hours, just like the old days. Mike liked
