THIEF! The Gutsy, True Story of an Ex-Con Artist

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Thursday, February 19, 2009

THIEF! featured in Las Vegas Review-Journal

Slick got a phone call from an old friend, Sam Raguso who appeared in our book Thief! Sam was all excited over seeing himself in an excerpt from the book and wondered how he could get a copy. Slick told him there are very few left, but he could get one at Borders Books at McCarran Airport or through Amazon, which can be accessed through our Website:

Here's the piece that appeared in the Spring Valley edition of the Las Vegas Review-Journal thanks to journalist Ginger Meurer:


Who killed Bugsy Siegel? Who made Marilyn Monroe's murder look like an accidental overdose? William Slick Hanner claims to know the answers to those mysteries and more, many of which he shares in "Thief! The Gutsy, True Story of an Ex-Con Artist," written with Cherie Rohn.

The story follows Hanner from his 1932 Chicago birth through a series of encounters with the Mafia in Chicago, Miami and finally Las Vegas. In addition to his brushes with organized crime, Hanner worked in gaming,
drove a limo for the Chicken Ranch and served as Jerry Lewis' bodyguard.

The author can be found from 11a.m. to 4 p.m. most Mondays signing books at the McCarran International Airport Borders.
For more information, visit
Here's the excerpt Fred was talking about that appears on page 265 when Slick ran the poker room at the Landmark Casino in Las Vegas. Slick is narrating:

The day I discovered the gun, Sam Raguso [Slick's swing shift manager] was on duty. I made sure no one was listening. "Do you know who's gun that is in the cash drawer?"

"Yeah Slick. It's Fred's. When we counted down the cash before his shift last week, Fred told me he was worried that Sam Manarite's son might try to get even, since Fred's seeing Barbara. The gun's for Fred's protection, just in case the Manarite kid gets any goofy ideas."

I kept all this to myself, waiting for the right opportunity. Well, everything came to a head when the cage manager, a very reliable friend of mine, told me Fred was after my job. The next day, sure enough, there was Fred yacking it up with Barbara in the coffee shop. The minute Fred came back, I montioned him over to the podium, handed him a pink slip and fired him on the spot. Fred's face turned the color of the crimson wallpaper.

"You can't do that!" he shouted.

"I just did," I answered.

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