It’s 105F (41C) in the Las Vegas suburb of Henderson, about 20 miles away from the bustle of tourists on the Vegas strip. Front yards have small pebbles instead of grass, and signs that welcome the start of autumn seem premature in the sweltering heat.
Andrew Clarke knocks on the door of a ranch-style house. A dog barks aggressively from inside. “Hi, my name’s Andrew. I’m an organizer with For Our Future Nevada. Is Jennifer available?” Clarke asks in an upbeat voice. The voice says Jennifer doesn’t live there any more.
