Chapter 2-Dresden in Vegas

Harry Dresden was on his way to Vegas, thinking nothing out of sorts was afoot. Bob had been under the watchful eye of Thomas, who had set him up with every raunchy romance novel he could get his hands on. Little did Bob know that the novels were purchased during a recently providential yard sale. Bob wasn't picky though, he just adored his lusty, luscivious, bawdy tales of seduction, sedition, sex, sex and more sex.

The first chance Harry got a chance to call home was when he had gotten to the hotel room. He had gotten a lower class room without all the amenities thanks to his penchant for causing electronics to fizzle out whenever he walked by. It wasn't the Ritz, but it was comfortable and it would do for the week. Fortunately, the pay phone he was calling from didn't really react the way most modern day convieniences did by sparking and shorting out.

'Was your drive safe ?', Thomas inquired.

'Yeah, certainly. Lots of flat land. Kind of boring until you see the dazzling lights. I wouldn't want to see this city's electric bill, sheesh.', Harry answered. He actually sounded and felt happy for once. Tomorrow would be the day he'd go to the casino. Maybe he would get lucky? Only time and fate would tell.