“ARE YOU sure?” Kim asked with exasperation.
“Positive,” Mike confirmed, nodding his head sadly.
“Dammit,” she growled, then picked up the phone, dialed, and waited.
“Hi, Trish,” she said. “It’s Kim, with San Angelo PD. We met at the annual conference in Austin back in September, remember?”
“Hey, Kim,” Trish Sevins said, leaning back on her lab stool. “Yes, I remember. How have you been?”
“I’ve been fine. But I’ve got an issue that I need help with,” Kim answered. “My mass spectrometer just up and died on me, and I’ve got a casing, hairs, and some residue to process.”
“Send as much up here as you need to, I’m happy to run them for you,” Trish offered.
“I was hoping you’d say that. I’ll send them your way, priority overnight.”
The two made shop talk for bit until her computer chirpe
