Sam felt grumpy.

His plan had been to spend the week in the desert, alone, but Nevada had decided to serve up some hard rain, along with a side of flashfloods, and he'd been forced back to the city.

Now he was stuck.

In Vegas.

Stuck in a hellhole that stank of whiskey and desperation, watching people gamble away their life savings in a town where the house never lost.

Sam was sure of one thing.

If the penny machine in the corner didn't stop ringing that damn bell every five seconds, he was definitely going to lose his shit.