We All Bleed Neon

‘Few seemed surprised at the sudden appearance of the madman, screaming psalms and professing loud oaths, dirty as the desert winds of that sultry afternoon. Prophets along the freeway had been promising storms for weeks now. The waitresses at the local diners had been neglecting orders, had let the toast burn and the coffee run dry. The gas attendants had been nervous on the forecourts, as if expecting static to ignite the fumes, to blow them all skywards into some sudden, glorious, apocalyptic vision…’ Tanya Riviera just wants to make an honest buck. No, actually, that’s a lie. She wants to be the wild card. The exotic stranger. The one who blazed a trail into Vegas one day and played the whole world for a fool. Trouble is, there’s the mob to consider. And the cops. And then of course there’s a certain gangland matriarch who hasn’t yet had her last spin of the wheel…. Remember sugar pie, in this world, the house always wins.