Read 'Em and Weep

I was sort of hiding from two guys who either thought we were in business together or who wanted to kill me. "Sort of hiding" because I could have left town and been relatively safe, but Las Vegas, NV has so many wonderful things to see and do that I decided to go to a topless rollerskating show instead. "Sort of hiding" because I was fairly sure that the guys in question would take Door Number Two and try to shoot me, a lot. Why me? I'm T. R. Macdonald, a sort-of unemployed broker/analyst from the boutique - we handle a small number of very rich clients - firm of Fields, Smith, and Barkman. My sort-of girlfriend Kandi had asked me to go to Vegas to see if I could talk to her cousin Chet, because she thinks his adoptive father, Dr. Woodrow Shaw, may be nuts. Are you getting all this? There will be a quiz. Dr. Shaw asked me to go, too, and he offered to pay. It sounded like easy money.
So I went.
I must be nuts.