Chapter 29“What a waste of a day,” Winston said dejectedly as the van bumped off the rough surface of the track that led away from the farm and onto the smooth blacktop surface of the road back to town.
“I can't disagree with that,” Joe agreed.
“Did either of you actually pick anything up on the radar?” asked Sally as she tried to remove the dust that had accumulated in her hair with a fine comb.
“I got six readings,” said Winston, but none of them were big enough to be the box we're supposedly searching for, if indeed it is a box. Anyway, the readings were no larger than tree holes, probably where the farmer or his predecessors cleared the land before turning it over to fields. How about you, boss?”
“Much the same, a couple of tree holes and nothing else. At least Graves kept out of o
