CHAPTER SIX
“O’Hara!” she called to the younger agent. Hearing the urgency in her voice he left Montford by the shale shaker and was by her side within seconds, watching in horror as Sadie pulled on forensic gloves and started to bag up the evidence. She had a basic forensics kit with her and could dust for fingerprints and scrape the blood, but it would have to go to the lab to be processed, which given their location could take days.
“Are you sure that’s the right one?” O’Hara asked. He sounded shocked.
“Mr. Montford? Is this your spanner wrench?” Sadie asked, holding up the baggie. Montford had gone white.
“Yes,” he said, “but it wasn’t there yesterday. I told you, it went missing.”
“Right, well, it seems to have reappeared,” Sadie said grimly. She looked at the other derrick hands
