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Jake scanned the crowd around the truck. Maybe he'd missed her when he'd first swung by? He crossed to where Russell was loosening the ropes holding the turbine in place.
“Hey, Russell. Heather not with you?”
Russell shook his head. “She wanted to tinker some more with the design. Make it easier to machine or something. Said maybe she'd make the next trip.”
Jake nodded and retreated, trying to ignore the knot forming in his gut. Heather grew up with these guys. They wouldn't do anything to hurt her. Of course they wouldn't.
He should never have let her go.