South of Primm, Nevada, soaring across the dry lakebed, they sipped the last of the lukewarm coffee. Nick and Caroline listened to Slaid Cleaves.
They raced across the Nevada state line and half an hour later, checked into a hotel just beyond the border of the shimmering Vegas fringe.
Hotel housekeepers always made sure to turn the battered lampshade to the wall to hide its crack. The top edge of the dresser was scraped and chipped just enough to notice. Five years ago, the room would have appeared fresh. Now it was blemished and stale, scarred with left behind woes of unfortunate occupants.
South of Primm, Nevada, poisons from the mine in California sank deeper into the lakebed.
