Phil was jerked out of investigation mode again by Betty's focus on his lovelife. Or not having a lovelife. Truth be told, he hadn't been thinking too much about it since the breakup. Just been focused on the job.<br/><br/>"Umm, you mean Mary Stevens?" he said, running his hand self-consciously through his ginger hair. It had to be Mary, right? There was a Mary Grazeki, but she was in her thirties and he only knew her by sight. Mary Stevens he actually chatted to from time to time. He let his mind wander further from the task at hand. "What makes you think she likes me?" He tried to keep his voice neutral but he was actually flattered.<br/><br/>Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Bob getting in the face of Michale. That mean old bastard. They needed crowd control, but Bob liked making trouble for people.<br/><br/><br/>* * *<br/><br/>Bob almost felt sorry for the young man. Almost. He had never liked types like Michale, and the smell off him didn't make him like any better. "You ain't high or drunk, are you son?" he spat out, although he didn't get any closer. "Now you best behave. Sheriff's not here yet, so I'm lead deputy..."<br/><br/>"Hey Hanesworth!" one of the troopers yelled at Bob. They had never gotten along. "Why don't you let folks take a detour? No reason to hold up traffic forever. We got the scene blocked off." It would mean getting on the grass for a bit but no harm otherwise.<br/><br/>Bob smiled at Michale again. "Yeah, you don't have to stick around," he said. "Just move off to the right. No need making a fuss and seeing the sheriff."<br/><br/>But the young man would get his chance, because out in the distance Lorenzo's cruiser was charging forward. He passed Michale's vehicle and pulled up near Bob's cruiser.<br/><br/>"Nice to see you at work, Bob," Lorenzo said as he got out. Bob only grunted a reply. The sheriff nodded at Michale, trying to move quickly to the crime scene. He didn't actually know who the young man was-- he still hadn't gotten to know everyone in town.