<span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #008000">Clyde Lambert </span></span></div></span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/9a24bb65-ce64-4c4e-b6f5-8c7f0f7e1605.jpg?t=1408214095">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Clyde Lambert was in his back office trying to work on payroll. He was pretty sure one of his cashiers was having someone else clock him in when he was late, but he had no way of proving it except to go through his security tapes. It was a real pain in the ass, but he wasn't about to pay a man for work he didn't do. The only security tape he didn't have was the one when Sarah Jackson had gone missing. There was nothing much on that tape except for her walking out of the store with Mary Stevens and the two hugging each other goodbye as they went their respective ways. Bob, however, had taken it with him. Clyde wasn't sure what Bob had done with the tape, as he hadn't gotten a call about it since that day, but he hoped it would help with finding the young woman. She really was such a nice girl.<br/><br/>Before he got too lost in his thoughts, his phone rang.<span style="color: #008000"> "Good Afternoon, Mack's Grocery. This is Clyde speaking, how may I help you?"</span>It was a well rehearsed way of answering, and sometimes Clyde found himself doing it at home too. The folks around town would always laugh and joke about it, but ultimately liked the little quirk of Clyde's.<span style="color: #40BFFF"><span style="font-style: italic">"Oh my goodness, Clyde. I can't come in...I just can't,"</span></span>came a watery, breathless voice on the other end. He had a hard time figuring out who it was,<span style="color: #008000">"What's going on?" </span>The woman on the other then gave a choked sob,<span style="color: #40BFFF"><span style="font-style: italic"> "Sarah's dead, Clyde. They found her body--or what was left of it on Travis Lane. Someone killed my little niece, someone killed her Clyde..."</span></span>It was then Clyde realized who was on the phone. It was his assistant manager, Laural Baker, Sarah's aunt.<br/><br/>Clyde wasn't sure what to say and he leaned back in his chair in shock. There was nothing but silence from him and sobbing from Laural. He was surprised she even had a mind to call him.<span style="color: #008000"> "Listen, Laural....listen. Hun, you take as much time as ya need, okay? Ain't nothin' here so important that ya gotta come in any time soon, alright? Just...I'm so sorry, Laural, I really am..."</span>Laural gave a tearful, choked thank you and said good bye and Clyde hung his phone up after she did. God, what was the world coming to that someone like Sarah Jackson was murdered?