"Oh," was all Phil could say in response to Betty's observation. Then he straightened up as Sheriff Lorenzo got out of the car. He went over his notes, making sure they were all in order. "Um, Sheriff's here," he said unnecessarily to Betty, just in order to have something to say.<br/><br/>When the young man begged Lorenzo to see the body, he shot Bob a look that could kill. He himself had been a little indiscreet with Mary. But that had been different, in his mind at least. Bob probably told this man out of spite, while he had been trying to calm his witness down. If his instincts were right, this was the young man Mary had been talking about. Christ. What a day for coincidences.<br/><br/>He walked up to the man and said politely, but with authority: "Sir, are you Mr. Lawrence?"<br/><br/>"Oh that's him all right," said Bob with a cruel grin.<br/><br/>"Shut up, Hanesworth," warned Lorenzo. He turned back to Michale. "I can't let you see anything right now," he said, in that same firm but quiet voice. "It's a crime scene. You'll need to be on your way for now. Understand?"