Potty-mouth ER doc getting closer to diagnosing half-dead naked man

In explosive, exciting Chapter 30 of World of Hurt

World of Hurt, Chapter 30-a mystery in the emergency room World of Hurt A Novel of Las Vegas Richard J Pietschmann Chapter 30 Randy hung in the back of the ER cubicle trying to stay out of the way as the pit bull emergency doctor hurried over to a phone and yelled into it. “Page Martone to get his skinny ass to ER twelve fast as those spindly legs can move.” She slammed the phone back down and resumed examining the nearly dead guy inch by inch. The monitors made alarmed noises. Randy said, “What’s wrong with him?” She spoke to the nurse without looking at him. “Epinephrine, stat.” S. Weinberg, M.D., looked up at Randy. He knew what was coming. “Let’s see. His vitals are crap, he’s unconscious, his heart is barely ticking, and his organs are probably shutting down. What’s wrong with him is he’s fucking dying.” He was beginning to understand that she used hostility, vulgarity and sarcasm as a kind of armor to keep people at a distance. It seemed to work well for her. He asked another question he knew would get a reaction. “Why is he blue?” He wasn’t disappointed. “Unless he escaped from that Blue Man show, I don’t have a fucking clue.” Are you hooked yet? If so go to www.worldofhurtvegas.blogspot.com.

Chapter 11 of World of Hurt at the Lucky: JUL 24 World of Hurt Chapter 11 Randy gets a proposition and new crime scene techs get a lesson

Weaving through the Lucky toward the bar, Randy saw his partner looking at him in the yellowed bar back mirror with a cop’s eye for clues. Kimo would see a dazed look on his face and assume his conversation with Jeri was the reason. That was true, of course. But what was bothering him most was blurting out that he was still married. He wasn’t so sure of that.  
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World of Hurt

A Novel of Las Vegas

Richard J Pietschmann

Chapter 10

Here is an excerpt from this weekend's post of Richard J Pietschmann's phenomenal novel serial, a must read....

"The Lucky was found in a neighborhood near the Strip that had sprung up after World War II as a convenient address for casino and hotel workers. Everybody still called it Naked City, the name coming from the showgirls who once had gotten their full-body tans around its swimming pools and on its rooftops. Naked City now was somewhat less glamorous: A dozen tight streets cornered against railroad tracks with worn one- and two-story buildings slumped into the desert. Anyone looking for a convenient patch of original desert where a man with a shovel, a full moon and some alone time could bury something could do worse than the needle-strewn empty lots near the Lucky."

World of Hurt

A Novel of Las Vegas

Richard J Pietschmann

Chapter 9

Jazzed, Arden repeated in his head. He knew who “Frank” was, his father talking like another member of Sinatra’s party gang. Worse, it was obvious his father had planned this stop all along and was just waiting for his old pal to tell him when to show up. Arden’s trip to L.A. was delayed this long to suit a singer’s schedule. Read Chapter 9--which gets into father/son relationships, Frank Sinatra, Mormons and Hollywood back in the day--at www.worldofhurtvegas.blogspot.com you  will thank me  for sending you there.