"The results are out," Nash shouted. I jerked up to look at him.
"The sand analysis?" I whispered. Nash nodded enthusiastically. Despite my attempts at looking dignified, I sprinted to the forensics lab and found the familiar faces of the analysts gaping at me.
They had never seen me like this and they would probably never see me in this state ever again.
"What are the results?" I asked.
The analyst looked up from his report, the dark circle under his eyes prominent. "Dr. Butler," he said, his voice excited. "Here." He pushed the result towards me.
I looked at the general location of the sand and frowned. "This is somewhere around Queensbury?" I asked. I tilted my head to the side.
