CHAPTER FOUR
The bad news started coming in as they got within radio range of Bullhead City, driving along the cracked and worn State Road 68 through terrain that had gotten hillier and drier. It reminded Stuart of some of the places he had seen in al-Anbar Governate in Iraq. A good place to hide; not such a good place to survive.
They had passed three different roadblocks manned by three different local police departments. None of them had any clear information about what was going on in Bullhead City. The guys at one roadblock hadn’t even heard that Tyson had supposedly been caught.
Supposedly. Because Stuart was beginning to suspect these yahoos couldn’t catch bedbugs in an Iraqi hotel.
The first faint crackling transmissions from the Bullhead City police frequency mentioned they ha
