Phil let out a sigh of relief as Mary headed out the door. He waved at James Turnbull, who was standing by a car. The laconic gas station owner nodded and waved back; he understood. Then before the deputy could grab her she had dropped down to the curb and was hugging her legs close.<br/><br/>The deputy sat down beside her. It was probably against protocol but Phil couldn't help it. He put an arm around her shoulder and let her head drop against his own shoulder. Just for a second or two. Nothing improper. Then he was lifting her to her feet. "C'mon, Mary, let's get you home," he said.<br/><br/>He held her up as he walked her to his cruiser. Phil remembered that her parents had passed away, but he couldn't recall if she had any other relatives. He unlocked the passenger door and helped her in. "Mary," he said softly before closing the door. "Do you have anyone who can stay with you for today? A friend or something?" He would offer himself, and be happy to, but Lorenzo would want all hands on deck.<br/><br/>* * * *<br/><br/>Lamar Turnbull dropped into Clyde's grocery store, having taken a break from the motel for a bit. He usually didn't leave it long, but one of the two women who did the housekeeping was a competent enough clerk. Lamar appeared to be the same stolid, quiet man his brother was, with a bit of a sleazier edge. His motel was the scene of all kinds of shady dealings after all, unlike the one chain brand two-star in town.<br/><br/>Lamar got his usual, some snacks and a quart of nonfat milk. He opened up the quart and drank as he put the rest of the items on the counter for payment. He nodded at the clerk as he was rung up. "Clyde in today?" he said, assuming the man was in his office.