Anxious in Nevada

I'm Holly Parker, and on my fiftieth birthday I decided that it was about time I stopped adding things to my bucket list and started trying to cross a few items off instead. Visiting all fifty states was at the top of the list. I just had to find a cheap flight to somewhere interesting.A low-cost, direct flight to Las Vegas was exactly what I needed. I didn't waste my time overthinking it. I just booked the flight and packed my bags. After chatting with the couple in the seats next to mine on the flight, I was happy to arrive in Vegas and just go straight to bed.My body clock, not yet reset to Vegas time, had me awake and eager to explore very early the next morning. I'd barely finished my breakfast, though, before I stumbled over a dead body. What are the odds that the victim would turn out to be the man I'd sat next to on my flight? Why is his former fiancée suddenly trying to be my best friend? And how do I convince the local police that I had nothing to do with his murder?