“Stanley Greaves was like Santa Claus. At a kind of lazy, cheeky fat man with a full belly and a friendly look, round, sky-blue eyes hidden under bushy gray eyebrows. In a word, Greaves looked like a typical good-natured grandfather, a benevolent and harmless old man. Greaves held the position of head of the Bellagio security service, and everyone who had to deal with him was afraid of him. He was feared, and not without reason, even by members of the board of directors. Over his fifteen years of service, Greaves acquired remarkable weight and influence not only in the corporation, but throughout Las Vegas. There were rumors among those involved in the gambling business that he more than once made sharp decisions regarding all sorts of gangsters and fraudsters who decided to profit from the casino. Their bodies were later either found rotting in the Nevada desert, or were not found at all...”