Lorenzo raised in hand, refusing the free coffee. He had actually accepted his share of freebies in the past. But he wanted to play it as straight as he could in this case. He felt he owed that much to Sarah, someone he hadn't known, but still a likely murder victim.<br/><br/>He kept his face neutral when Mary criticized Bob. Not out of any loyalty to his deputy; the man really needed to retire as soon as possible. Just being professional. He waited until they were both seated before speaking again.<br/><br/>"Deputy Hanesworth wrote down everything," Lorenzo said evenly. The lazy bastard had at least done that much. "But there are other questions we need to ask." He shuffled the papers and pushed them towards Mary. "You told us everything about the last time you saw her, your movements around that time, everything in the present," he said. "But we need to know more about her past. Her past going months and even years back. Anything could be relevant."<br/><br/>Those questions Bob had failed to ask. Lorenzo was about to add he had heard what close friends Mary and Sarah had been when his radio crackled. He let out a curse before answering.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Sheriff, we might have a body. Out on Travis Lane."</span><br/><br/>Lorenzo stood and moved away from Mary. He didn't want any civilians hearing this just yet. Especially if this turned out to be Sarah Jackson. "Phil, who called it in?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Betty Richardson." </span><br/><br/>Lorenzo bit his lip. He wasn't a local but he knew Betty was a trustworthy, sensible woman. "Okay, get right on it," he replied after a pause. "I've got some business here but I'll cut it a little short. Let me know when you know for sure. And let Bob know what's up. Lorenzo out."<br/><br/>He turned back to Mary, thinking that Phil might be coming across her friend's body soon. "I might have to go soon," he said carefully, sitting back down. He kept his face as neutral as possible but wondered if Mary suspected what had just happened. "So, one quick question. Had anyone from Sarah's past turned up? Unexpectedly?"<br/><br/>* * *<br/><br/>Several miles away, Deputy Phil Markovic was gunning the engine on his own car. He had told the civilian assistant in the office to stay on the phone as long as possible with Betty and keep her calm, only to get off if she received another emergency call. Soon he was racing towards Travis Lane while trying to raise Bob on the radio.<br/><br/>"Hanesworth, come in," he called. No reply. He hoped Bob hadn't snuck off somewhere for a drink. "Markovic to Hanesworth, what's your 20?" Still no reply. "Goddamit, Bob, we might have a body!"<br/><br/>Markovic rang off in frustration. And anyway, he had arrived. Out in the distance, he could see Betty Richardson's car and the distraught woman nearby. Had they found Sarah Jackson?