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Metro: Sin City Chronicles

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Have you ever wondered what the life of a street cop is really like? Fasten your seatbelt and take a journey with Las Vegas METRO Police Officer Mark Rusin through a childhood lived on the mean streets of Chicago’s south side to wild nights of being a METRO cop in Sin City in the rough times of the early 1980s.

During his four years of wearing the uniform of the “toughest street gang in Nevada”, Rusin’s beat was the fabulous strip, where he had a front row seat to the seedy underbelly of one of America’s greatest tourist attractions.

From helping to pull dead bodies from the infamous MGM Grand hotel fire in 1980 to a life-threatening shootout and knife attack to corruption at the highest levels, Rusin’s true to life memoir gives the reader a real sense of what the life of a cop is really like. Some of the tragic events he witnessed haunted Rusin for years, and now he shares his story in this one-of -a-kind, behind the scenes look at the graft, corruption, the mob and law enforcement.

Be prepared to laugh and cry, or just shake your head in amazement or disgust as Rusin brings you along on a wild ride through a world that is rarely glimpsed from the outside.

172 pages, Kindle Edition

Published November 27, 2020

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December 9, 2020
An in-your-face slap shot, cop memoir

When you start reading Mark Rusin’s memoir of his four years on the Las Vegas METRO police department don’t expect the author to mince any words or hold back any punches. “Politically correct” is certainly not who he is as he also takes us through his formative years of street justice and honor while telling it like it is on the south side of Chicago. Hang on for a wild ride and see how fellow former South Siders like me and Mr. Rusin had to choose between right and wrong, good and bad as soon as our young asses hit the streets, alleys and viaducts of songster Jim Croce’s “baddest part of town.”
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