Chapter Thirty
Thursday, October 23
2:43 PM
Jorgenson’s Home
Pahrump, Nevada
“How did Craig ever find this place in the dark?” said Goldfarb from the passenger seat as Jackson turned off at Antelope Trail. “It’s a wonder the place hasn’t been condemned.”
The rental car bounced on the ruts in the dirt driveway, and Goldfarb winced, cradling his newly bandaged hand. The broken little finger seemed more a wound to his pride than a serious injury.
“People out here like to do things their own way, I suppose,” Jackson replied, pulling the car to a stop. A Nye County Sheriff’s car was already parked in front of the trailer. “Looks like we’ve got company.”
“I’m glad somebody’s on the ball. We were a bit late picking up our own search warrant.” He climbed out of the car, frowning at the dil
