CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
As Green hit the junction of the track and Main Street, he stopped. Everyone got out except Nash, who offered to drive Jordan’s car back to the station. Harrison agreed. He didn’t see any harm as Nash’s prints were already over the vehicle. Nash changed out of the waders and back into his boots and placed the protective rubber garment into a garbage bag he had found in the trunk of Jordan’s vehicle. Nash had no idea why she had one, but was thankful for it all the same.
The vehicle should have been towed back and placed into storage until CSI could work on it. But Finchley had no lab, and no CSI. So, they would have to do the best that they could.
Nash knew it wouldn’t make a difference. They would be looking in the wrong place anyway. The car wasn’t the crime scene
