Phil began taking notes. It helped him feel a bit steadier. He tried to think of what Sheriff Lorenzo would do. He admired the man's methods, even though he was convinced the sheriff was headed for a fall in his personal life. He didn't even flinch when Betty got the call. Don't interrupt the flow unless the person was actually breaking down, Lorenzo always said.<br/><br/>He perked a little at the mention of a possible blue Ford pickup truck. A lot of people here had Fords, a lot of people had pickups. But in a town this size there couldn't be that many that were blue.<br/><br/>Her question about being single caught him off guard. He was suddenly aware of how pretty she was. Married, but still damn pretty. "Uh, no," he said, blushing a bit. "Well, not anymore." He didn't feel the need to tell her a relationship with a girl from Red Hills had ended about six months ago. He cleared his throat and then something in his notes caught his eye.<br/><br/>"Betty, you said 'they'," he noted. "Did you see more than one person in the truck?"<br/><br/>* * *<br/><br/>Deputy Bob Hanesworth was chewing a wad of gum and enjoying himself somewhat, despite the heat. He didn't really get a lot of pleasure out of the job anymore. But he still did like it when he got to ruin the day for somebody. Like today, as his cruiser blocked off traffic. Behind him, the state troopers were setting up for the lab boys.<br/><br/>He grinned inwardly at Michale as the kid got out of the car. Most like that was the girl he had been sweet on up there. He help up his hands as he ambled his bulky form forward in a half-hearted effort to keep the young man calm.<br/><br/>"You gotta simmer down, son," Bob said. "Seems like we found somebody up ahead." Bob said it just to be mean, just to see the young man's reaction.  Hell, he was nearly retired. He had to get his kicks in somehow.