Howard Hughes wants Oren in his movie Chapt, 32 World of Hurt

Another explosive chapter to enjoy

If you haven't been reading it, shame on you, but if you go to Chapter 32 you will be hooked, trust me.

"Hughes said, “How would you like to be in my movie, Oren?”

Oren hummed a skeptical note.

“Well, Howard, I don’t know about that. I’m no actor.”

“Acting is so easy even those imbecile pretty boys can do it. But you wouldn’t be acting. You’d be a sheriff’s captain.”

Hughes was fishing, so Oren fished back.

“What would I do?”

“Just a few scenes that won’t take any time, but you’d bring authenticity to the part. You could wear your own uniform and that hat Miss Russell seems to like so much.”

Now Oren got it. Hughes wanted him to keep an eye on the actress and report back to him. He didn’t mind Hughes being in his debt, but he sure didn’t want to be his errand boy."

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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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Mike Tyson and Shakur's last words in Chapt. 20 World of Hurt by Richard Pietschmann

World of Hurt dives deep into Shakur murder and the dark side of Las Vegas

By Patti Pietschmann

Each chapter in World of Hurt  makes  you want to go back for me and this one doesn't disappoint.....

"A detective at Shakur’s bedside was still trying to get him to say something about the encounter that was about to kill him when the rapper took his last breath.

Shakur’s last words, said the detective, “Fuck you.”

Randy took a deep breath. Nearly 20 years later, Shakur’s murder was still unsolved. Not calling in the original traffic stop that night was a big mistake. It was a mistake that Randy swore he would never repeat."

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