Chapter 16Over Josh’s head, a monorail train rattled down Paradise Road. Hot winds rushed by him on the bike. An early heat wave blew in with the spring, almost a hundred degrees at night. Compared to the recent winter, the first high temperatures felt warmer than they really were, hotter than he remembered.
With the breeze on the bike, sweat evaporated no sooner than it left the pore. This provided a cooling effect but nothing like the air conditioning in Steve’s car. Josh looked forward to the cold blast from the vent.
The rental properties Steve had shown him raced through his mind, the one in Summerlin, nice shopping, another in Winchester, close to home, then Paradise and Spring Valley, overpriced, Southern Highlands near Blue Diamond, North Las Vegas, East Las Vegas, Centennial, an
