Carrasco stopped the cart and looked at her. "You mean, do I know of my tiles eating people elsewhere?"
"That"s exactly what I mean."
"No. And trust me, if it had happened, I would have been notified. Just like I was, and then you two showed up."
They were on the far side of the pit where they could see the heavy machinery that dug out huge chunks of the russet-colored mineral. Behind them were the loaders which hoisted it into the back of waiting dump trucks. Hawthorne got out of the cart.
"How long have you been in business, Mr. Carrasco?"
"Nearly sixty years. My father started the business, and I took over when he retired fourteen years ago."
"And you"ve always used this saltillo clay?"
"Always. Like I said earlier, we tried other kinds, but in our opinion the saltillo"s the best
