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Detective Rowe: Let's go back now-to when you first saw it move. Is that all right?Westbrook: Sure. Like I said, I'd just woken up from the dream when I heard it, just rumbling across the field where they'd been working on the road-Detective Rowe: The I-890-North Schenectady Corridor.Westbrook: Sure, I guess. So I went to my window-you know, to see what was going on, and saw it sputtering to a stop near the office trailers and other equipment-which were all covered in snow-just shutting down with a rattle, like it had been running for a long time. That's when I first noticed it, how clean it was-there was no snow on it at all. Like-Detective Rowe: But it was there when you went to sleep, isn't that correct?Westbrook: Yes, of course. Covered in snow. It hadn't moved since December, when they had that accident-you know, where the worker was killed.Detective Rowe: Clarke. The foreman. I seem to recall they had several accidents; including when they rammed into that layer of concrete.Westbrook: (inaudible)Detective Rowe: What?Westbrook: The Meyers. James and Mia. That's where the concrete was at. I used to talk with them sometimes, before the accid-Detective Rowe: You knew them?Westbrook: Before the traffic accident. The one with the semi. Last summer.Detective Rowe: Yes, I seem to recall that too. Something about them accelerating out of control-Westbrook: I think they did it.Detective Rowe: I'm sorry?Westbrook: The bugs.Detective Rowe: The ... bugs.Westbrook: (inaudible): In the concrete. Where the Meyers buried them. At least, until the road grader came along ...