One of the richest men in the world hadn’t been seen in years. The man who once dated Katharine Hepburn, broke air speed records, and built a media empire had retreated into a darkened penthouse suite at the Desert Inn in Las Vegas. Fingernails grown inches long. Tissue boxes on his feet instead of shoes. A fleet of aides who were forbidden to look him directly in the eye. Howard Hughes was worth billions and he was completely, utterly alone.