Chapter Twenty-three
Wednesday, October 22
9:10 PM
Jorgenson’s Home
Pahrump, Nevada
Craig drove down the unpaved road in the dark. The turnoff to Antelope Trail had taken him a good twenty minutes off the main highway, but the moonlit view was worth every minute of the drive.
The mountains bounding the beautiful valley were black bulwarks in the night, siege walls thrown up against the lights of Las Vegas. Pahrump was a small town that had burst its seams with burgeoning housing developments and strip malls. Fast-food restaurants replaced old diners that had been called simply “EAT.”
He planned to meet Goldfarb and Jackson early the next morning to exchange information, but before then he hoped to have a long talk with the forklift driver, Carl Jorgenson.
Following the address Sall
