Stranger things had happened in Vegas: Tourists won big on the slots or went home broke; showgirls hit pay dirt with movie deals or a sugar daddy or dead of a heroin overdose; mobsters could become high level police officers or even casino owners.
Anything could happen in Vegas.
Odds varied day to day.
When Gilbert Grissom had finally taken the first step asking Sara Sidle out on a date, odds makers groaned. The fact the two of them had ended said date nude, tangled between the sheets of his bed went against all odds.
Fiction could only be stranger.