Wednesday, June 11
Wednesday, June 11Four scientists fidgeted impatiently in their chairs around a table in the Conservancy field office at 8:15 a.m. “Where’s Cameron? He’s always on time,” one of them complained.
“He’s getting flaky. He was always so responsible.”
“Yeah. There was that loan of his pickup.”
“The Conservancy’s pickup, you mean.”
“What on earth was that about?”
“I don’t know, but now that Hayden’s dead, and the police are involved, we probably won’t see our rig for months.”
“I always said it was a mistake to assign those rigs anyway. Back when we had a pool, he could never have done that.”
“Yeah, we heard you. It’s his responsibility to see we get it back, or get another.”
“But where is he? He should have called if he was going to be this late.”’
“He’ll probably be
