Chapter Twenty-eight
Thursday, October 23
11:01 AM
Colorado River Bridge
Near Laughlin, Nevada
Running along the railroad tracks on the baked hardpan, Craig approached the edge of the Colorado River gorge. He could smell the creosote-covered railroad ties, the metallic tang of the hot sun glinting off the steel rails.
Goldfarb and Jackson followed close, approaching with all senses alert. Goldfarb kept his gaze down, studying the railroad tracks as if looking for a landmine or some sort of tripwire. After triggering the incendiaries that had set Connors’s house on fire, he seemed overly conscious of booby-traps.
Craig stood at the top, staring along the rim of the gorge and seeing numerous cracks and shadows where a person could hide. The canyon walls dropped off like a knife edge,
