Everyone simply knew him as “Harold,” one of the many street people who wandered through Las Vegas near the casinos. He was seemingly a harmless, homeless person who elicited a smile and a muffled laugh whenever he was around – or so people thought.

No one would ever have imagined what would be found when he met an untimely end, hit by a speeding sports car in front of the Labachio Hotel and Casino while a shocked entourage of erstwhile pseudo-entrepreneurs looked on in disbelief.

Bring your friends. Bring your munchies. And most importantly, bring your alibis.