helluva book - Bright Light City

She works the Strip (but no, not in that way â€" her mother raised her a bit better than that), selling knockoff jewelry to the men who come here for the cheap booze and the slots they never win and the women-by-the-hour. ... The second time she sees him, only days later, he's playing quarter slots in a hotel lobby and she's just killing time. She watches him for a few minutes, his blond head bobbing in time with his pulls of the machine, his face set like his anger will ...