CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
After calling Francis Xavier Shillingford, an insurance adjuster friend of ours who we’d worked with on our last case, and getting names for two analysts—one at the university and one with a government agency—we dropped off the jars.
Professor Jerome Vatten had left at noon to enjoy a long(er) weekend, but his assistant said he’d “nudge” the professor to test the water on Monday. Nasa Wasser said she had an urgent project to complete before leaving for the day and had plans for the weekend that couldn’t be altered, but she would make testing of the cistern water a priority the following week.
It was almost seven by the time we pulled into Sach’s driveway, so we decided to call it a day and part ways. We’d catch up at the restaurant bash tomorrow evening.
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