What had once been a trailer had been reduced to a piece of jagged metal, lewdly opened as if an oversize can opener had torn into it. Debris littered the ground, and Susan shivered, imagining what it must have been like to be in the midst of it all. In the middle of the field the derrick stood, dark, tall and eerily idle. Susan insisted on accompanying the men to the drill site. When they both looked as if they might start spouting “reasons” for her to stay behind at the hotel, she pointed out that, with them at her side and all the investigators on the scene, the drill site was likely the safest place in all of San Angelo for her to be. When they’d arrived the day before, they’d only stopped off there long enough to find out where their friend, Murphy, had been taken. She’d only gotten a quick glimpse of the devastation. Of course, they’d tuned in to the television news last night, as well. So Susan thought she understood what they’d be seeing in the light of day. She’d been wrong.
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