Chapter SevenThe WestJet flight to Las Vegas was like a dream trip; the only seat available resided in Plus Class. The complimentary food and bottles of water were more than sufficient for the three-hour flight. Timothie strode off the plane at McCarran Airport with his single carryon black and silver Gucci bag in his sinewy hand.
He'd had time to set up roaming on his phone before the trip. From the airport, he checked into the hotel with his mobile to avoid the check-in lines and called the concierge to book a spa for that night. The free shuttle brought him to the MGM Grand Hotel on the Strip within ten minutes. From his room, he made arrangements for the bus to the Grand Canyon to pick him up from his hotel on his third day. Later, wrapped in a thick white cotton robe, he watched all-
