Stacey — Cornell grad and Engineer in treating — hauled an overflowing file box into the trailer and dropped it onto the already laden conference table.

Justin looked up from the box he was examining. It was full of plans, field books and scraps of notes.

“That’s the last one,” Stacey said.

Justin said, “Okay. Well, catch your breath then dive in.”

Stacey didn’t wait. She pulled off her hard hat and opened a box. “What am I looking for?”

“Something that tells me what the last PM was doing here.”

She made a noise that sounded a lot like, “Good luck.”

Chapter 3

Chapter 5