Mobsters who end up sleeping with the fishes are usually never seen again, but climate change has a way of messing even with the mafia, and a watery grave outside Las Vegas is starting to cough up Sin City’s darkest secrets.
Lake Mead, which can be reached from the Las Vegas Strip by a short ride in the trunk of a car with your hands and feet bound, is drying up in a grueling decades-long drought.
Its receding waters are leaving behind the usual flotsam and jetsam of a lake heavily trafficked by weekend boaters but also bodies.
One particular find caught