CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Rain and fog shrouded Las Vegas as Timer turned off I-15 at the Flamingo off-ramp. Fingers of green mist, like lights from the depths of hell, filled the sky over the MGM Grand Hotel and Casino. Through the slashing windshield wipers, he saw that a great deal of the Strip was cloaked in fog and the millions of lights were almost extinguished.
Turning right onto Paradise Road, he saw the gray and maroon building that was McCarran International Airport. With the control tower framed by the stark mountains, it looked more like a federal penitentiary than a major transportation hub.
He headed into the road that took him to long-term covered parking garage and put the car into a stall on the fourth floor. He wondered how long it would be before someone remarked about the sten
