The Peppermill on the Strip was crowded with its usual lunch-hour mix of tourists and locals. Waitresses in tropical print blouses hefted overstuffed dishes and hustled from one table to the next.
The older woman at the table for two drew no attention, which is fine with Mitzi Stauffer Briggs. A little peace amid the Boulevard’s cacophony: just the way the quietly spiritual woman likes it.
From where Briggs sat it was about a $3 cab ride to the Tropicana, the hotel she once owned. Before she busted out, Briggs was victimized by mob and corporate sharks. She was tricked like a carnival rube and watched her 51-percent stake and $44 million fortune disappear.