Nothing much seemed to have changed about Laughlin in the six months since Sloane had been there last. She put on her red wig — it was a fairly recent purchase, so she knew no one local would have seen her in it — and got herself a king room at the Tropicana. Right then, she wasn’t sure how long she planned to stay in town, but she told the clerk at the front desk that she’d be staying for three nights. If it turned out she needed to leave before then, well, they had a pretty flexible cancellation policy, so she wasn’t too worried about it.
After the drive, she wasn’t in the mood to face people. The next day, she’d have to put on a new face and a new wig — and go gambling somewhere other than the Tropicana — but in the meantime, it was enough to order a club sandwich and some iced tea fro
