Dean Martin knew something was wrong the second he walked back to his table. The VIP section of the Sands Hotel in Las Vegas was dead silent—silence meant something bad had just happened or was about to. Everyone was looking at his table. Then he saw his wife, Jean, sitting perfectly still, trying not to cry. Her white Dior gown was covered in red wine, the stain spreading across her lap like blood.
Introduction Dean Martin knew something was wrong the second he walked back to his table. The VIP section of the Sands Hotel in Las Vegas was dead silent—silence meant something…