CHAPTER 23Throckmorton and Earl stood on the sidewalk by the Kessler building on a bleary, overcast Thursday as the three-man SIM crew arrived for the subsurface mapping. He watched as two of the men pulled a cart loaded with instruments over the brewery lot while the third man sat at a computer in their van. Ten minutes of that was enough for him. Rain looked imminent. Something about the tracks the technicians’ cart left on the lot nudged a memory. He was uneasy but couldn’t identify why. When he felt a few raindrops, he walked to the SIM van, followed by Earl.
Throckmorton asked the technician a couple of questions, gave him his cell phone number, and turned to walk to his car. He almost collided with Earl. “He said it’ll take another two hours,” he told Earl. “I’m going home.” He nodd
