Chapter 34
The merciless desert sun neared its slide and descent behind the mountain peaks west of the city. Much of the Las Vegas Strip was in the shadows of the colossal resort casino hotels. Arriving early at the southern tip of the four-mile stretch, the dour man with spiked hair instructed their driver to skip the freeways and crawl up Las Vegas Boulevard in the congested traffic.
Ryan, the sixth person in the packed van, was seated beside the right hand window in the backseat without the restraints of cuffs, ropes, or a ball gag. He had no belongings apart from the shoes on his feet and the clothes on his body.
As they crept along the boulevard, Ryan Jayden peered at the throngs of people from around the world, weaving and treading past the lofty digital signs casting vibrant c
