Vegas Profile Stories Novels & Stories

Going on a vacation would help Jordan decide where to start with his own investigation of the Yates-Gallagher accident. He needed more information but didn't know where to start looking without the help of a Yates. After observing how aloof Vee could get when asked by reporters about her family, he felt that she was trying to hide something important. He knew that she would have to be comfortable with him and to trust him enough to share her thoughts, just like the way she trusted Conan. It was the same advice he got from Alannah, but he didn't anticipate that it would be that difficult. So far, his research had revealed that Vee's personality varies with the people around her and although i

I cannot stay in a place he owns while I investigate him. Vegas is breathtaking and lively. Just like in the movies. Staring at all the colorful buildings as we pass by. The cab driver is friendly and can tell it is my first time here. He starts telling me where to find nice and cheap food to eat and what casino to visit and which to stay clear off. The reporter in me starts to pry into business I don’t belong. Questioning about all the back door stuff and sketchy stuff going on. The poor driver doesn't know how to answer me and keeps saying I don’t know why, are you a cop? "What about Lenkov?" I finally ask. A concern frown spreads on his forehead.

“Well you did, so keep your promise.” He sighed. As the road (and miles of cars) stretched out before us, I asked, “Why Vegas?” “Why not Vegas?” I shrugged. “No reason, I guess. I just didn’t see you as a Vegas kind of a guy, that’s all.” “What, not a gambler?” “Oh, you’re that, alright. No, I mean… leisure suits, sleazy gangsters, showgirls with pineapples on their heads…” “I think your idea of Vegas is a bit dated.”

“Are you enjoying your holiday here with this James person?” I chuckled. “I’m not really here on holiday,” I said. “My brother had a bit of trouble, and I’m here to help him. We’re both from Mystic Spring, New Hampshire.” “Oh, I see,” she said. “Las Vegas isn’t really a city where your dreams actually come true, is it? It’s more of a tourist city where men come to gamble and do prostitution.” She blushed and looked desperately angry at the same time. I understood where she was going. Sin City was famous for those two things, wasn’t it? Of course drugs as well.

"You mean you grew up together and were close friends? But why would you guys ever do that? It's not fair at all. I mean why would you drive pleasure from others pain? Isn't that cruelty making the neighborhood appear to be an unsafe environment." "Just shut the hell out and bring your damn voice down before you get yourself into real trouble. I actually dropped out of highschool; but not only me, Bob too. Then at age sixteen we started indulging in drug and started distributing to kids around the hood too. So lot of vices on the contrary. Meanwhile, I really want you to know this one thing about Gangster Vegas. So that young people like you that are vulnerable can easily stay out of trouble

It's because they have known each other for a long time but how? Mobius and Professor encountered each other in a classic cafe maybe eighty years ago. Where Professor ordered black coffee without sugar, and Mobius ordered the same coffee. And it made Professor excited and he asked him what was the reason behind his order. Mobius smiled, 'I can ask the same thing. Well, I love that bitter taste of coffee. So I ordered.' "I like the reason. By the way, I am Professor son of Dr Miles Geneolla." 'Professor Miles… Wow! Your father is an inspiration for all of us. Myself Mobius, one of your father's students. It's nice to meet you Sir.'

he replied matter-of-factly, in a tone Autumn couldn't decipher if it was an actual compliment or not. The evening stretched on like that; tense, surreal, and charged with unspoken power. Vegas asked questions, listened intently, occasionally brushing against him while reaching for documents. Every touch felt calculated. Every word carried a double meaning. Autumn answered as professionally as he could, but inside he was a storm of fear, confusion, and reluctant fascination. As the city lights sparkled below them, Vegas suddenly leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper. “So, tell me about yourself. What would I want to know? You work for me anyway; I believe you could indulge me

She sought help when she lost the baby, and after much suffering, she was now here, helping and supporting others in the same situation. It made me think about how we don't even realize that behind each face, there's a story we can't even imagine. For a city like Vegas, I expected a larger group, but they told me that many people would come for just one day and then disappear, which was quite sad because they later found out that those people were worse off or dead. The temptation that Vegas offered sometimes was too difficult to resist.

I replied, not looking at him. “I already told you; you remind me of someone.” “And now that you know I’m not her, you can leave me alone.” He chuckled softly. “Could, but I’m not really the type to walk away from… interesting encounters.” There was something in his voice; cool, self-assured. It wasn’t cocky. It was practiced. Polished. Like charm was part of his DNA. I didn’t respond. Didn’t trust myself to. “Vegas isn’t really where people go to disappear,” he said after a beat. “It’s where they go to become someone else.”

she whispered, stepping closer. The man nodded, his voice calm and slow, as if rehearsed. “He’s built his power by covering up things that would destroy his name. People disappear. Evidence vanishes. But some things… leave a mark. Especially in Vegas.” Angela’s eyes widened. “You know about Vegas?” The man smiled faintly. “I know everything that happened there. I was there that night.” Angela clutched her coat tighter. “Then help me expose him. Please. I can’t let him win. He made me look like a liar. Like I’m insane.”