Howard Hughes and Orren head to Las Vegas atomic testing grounds

In most riveting chapter ever of World of Hurt

By Patti Pietschmann

Chapter 33 of World of Hurt is one of the series' most riveting ever and a must read. If you haven't starting following the book go back to Chapter 1 and you won't be able to stop, I promise.

Oren: March 31, 1952

The peeling front door of the rented house near the Desert Inn that Howard Hughes called “the green house” was unlocked. Oren walked in and went into the kitchen that Hughes used for an office. He sat in pajamas at the littered kitchen table stacking papers and didn't look up. Oren pulled a chair up opposite Hughes and waited.

When Hughes finally spoke, he kept his eyes on the table. There was no small talk.

“Did you hear about the Comet, Oren?”

“What comet do you mean, Howard?”

“Not a comet, sheriff, the Comet—the first civilian jet airliner. Four turbojets buried in the wings and seats for about fifty passengers. It’s going into service with BOAC next month.”

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Arden can't get Suzy Creamcheese out of his head in Chapt. 25 of World 0f Hurt

World of Hurt Chapter 25 will rock your world it's a
Catch-22


"Even now, as he waited outside the Mission president’s office, Arden couldn’t get Suzy Creamcheese out of his head. She was so wild, so free, so unlike any girl he had ever met in his 19 years on Earth. She was from Salt Lake, or might be, but he never got to ask if she was Mormon, or had been. He had heard of LDS girls going wild after moving away, even engaging in prostitution." Go  to www.worldofhurtvegas.blogspot.com for more of this riveting novel.

Chapt. 23 World of Hurt is out! Explosive, dynamite a must read

World of Hurt

A Novel of Las Vegas

Richard J Pietschmann

Chapter 23

Oren: September, 1951

Big ideas fueled by big egos required big money. Like most people in Las Vegas, Oren now understood that. Each new casino hotel ratcheted up growth and tourism. But until tonight while the sheriff waited to get into Frank Sinatra's Vegas debut at the Desert Inn and overheard a conversation, he had no idea how that translated into dollars and cents. A pair of Meyer Lansky’s Miami men in front of him debated what a million dollars in hundred dollar bills weighed.

“That’s a lot of green,” said one. “Gotta be at least a hundred pounds.”

The other hood laughed.

“A million in hundreds is twenty pounds, shmuck. Three million fits in a suitcase easy. A duffel bag is five.”

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