“I’ve read a lot of evidence collection reports. You wouldn’t imagine the amount of evidence that has to be discarded because it’s been badly ...ollected.”A man whose name I didn’t know was the first to call out that he’d found something. A tiny corner of black polythene was now exposed. Prudence took a picture then the two men resumed. Progress was faster now that they knew what they were looking for and how deep it was. Even so, it was left to a second shift to complete the exposure of the. Jane then went on to explain that her power had suddenly cut out and was wondering if I would mind checking her electric supply as it seemed it was just her that had a problem. We both walked to her house and once we were in Jane asked me to check the fuse box which at first glance looked like it had tripped causing the entire thing to switch off. I simply flicked the switch back on, as I turned around she was coming back into the room, to my surprise she had taken everything off except she was. We both had a good time. And getting good grades was very far down on our list." She laughed as she said this. I knew she had never really used her degree. It had been in Fine Arts. My mother had got her BA in English. She loved to read, but apparently she hadn't loved to study. Oh, well. It never really mattered. She had worked as a clerk and then a secretary for most of her life. And she had often went out with girlfriends from work. I was busy living my own life in high school and college. I. The tracker’s hut reminded me of my unfinished Bony, so I walked back to the Crossroads, got my book and sat outside, ordering a beer. I got about five or six pages in when a charming voice asked whether the other chair was taken. I looked up to see a short-haired blonde in her late thirties.“No, it’s free.”“Are you here for long?”“No, just overnight.”“Oh. Are you with the astronomers?”“No. Just travelling.”She was trolling, but I wasn’t even nibbling at the bait.“My husband’s with the CSIRO,”.