CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The old racing building and track stood in a dead area. Alexa saw no sign of anyone living anywhere close. The Interstate and its access road stood half a mile off to the east. To the north stood another road, less used but well lit. To the south ran a drainage canal to siphon off the torrential rains that swept up from Mexico and dumped onto southern Arizona in the summer monsoon season. To the west was a narrow unpaved access road and a landfill.
In between stretched several hundred acres of dusty, bare soil of no use to anyone. It was unattractive to real estate developers, useless for businesses, and too out of the way for light industry. Alexa guessed that even homeless people probably didn’t come here. It was too far of a walk from anything else.
Alexa drove on th
