CHAPTER SIX
Stuart never thought he’d ever be in Baghdad again.
Or “Bagdad.”
He sat with Alexa eating dinner and going through Tyson’s files in a battered old diner, the only business in town besides a gas station. Bagdad was a scattering of houses along a hillside. There couldn’t have been more than two thousand people living here, but it looked like they all had plenty of work. At the other end of town loomed several large tan heaps of tailings from a giant copper mine.
“If you’re willing to live in the middle of nowhere,” Stuart had said as they pulled into town to have lunch, “it looks like you can get a well-paid job.”
“This isn’t Nowhere, this is Bagdad,” Alexa had replied. “Nowhere is just down the road. It’s a ghost town now.”
Stuart didn’t have a reply to that, so they order
