Las Vegas. Sin City, USA. A city that never sleeps, never rests, never apologizes. ‘Sorry’ isn’t in its vocabulary. And guilt is a foreign concept. Sparkling neon lights, rattling coins, metallic beeps, burps and buzzes concealing a quiet desperation, an all-consuming greed. It’s the American Dream run amok, a desire for instant gratification taken to perverse ends. It is sidewalks paved with gold. Our gold. The land of lost wages. Elvis impersonators. Quickie weddings. Talentless lounge acts. Tacky theme-park inspired resorts. And bad taste.

Really bad taste.

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Kitty and the Dead Man's Hand by Carrie Vaughn (Grand Central)