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With Criss Angel in town, I figured soo unnoticed

And so I stood on the ledge of my fifteen-floor balcony at the MGM Grand, one of the few hotels in Vegas with open balconies It was perfect for viewing the Vegas skyline fro from

Don’t try this at home, kids

The hot desert wind buffeted ish hair snapped behind e was liberating Despite being perpetually cold and despite the hot desert wind, I shivered slightly

After all, the as blohere, as they say, the sun don’t shine

I looked down at the city An i came to me as I stood there No surprise This was the city where he’d died, where his autopsy had been conducted, and where I was beginning to suspect he had possibly been killed

And not by Russell Baker

Whether or not Caesar Marquez’s death was an accident - or so else - remained to be seen

I didn’t need a psychic hit to know that soht What exactly, I didn’t know Maybe I would never know

I tilted my head back and spread my arms and deeply inhaled the heated desert air - air that was suffused with so that smelled suspiciously like all-you-can-eat 199 BBQ ribs

I stood like that for soer I did so, theless and less hu else