<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FFBF40">Betty Richardson</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="https://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Admin/BkFill/Default_image_group/2011/11/18/1321638328207/A-women-smoking-inside-a--007.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Betty took another puff so Phil wouldn't see her sly smile,<span style="color: #FFBF40"> "Of course I mean Mary Stevens, silly. I see her making googoo eyes at you all the time boy."</span>It wasn't exactly the truth, but she had overheard Mary tell Michale that she rather thought the young deputy was cute. Betty looked over as she saw Phil's eyes cut to the side. It looked like Bob was making that new boy in town uncomfortable in some sort of way. Betty was sure his name was Michale or something to that effect, as he had painted her house about a month ago. She had caught him drinking on the job, but figured she'd let him go so long as he didn't mess anything up. He still had done a marvelous job.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">***</div></span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF4000"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Michale Lawrence</span></span></div></span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="https://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/236x/4b/de/c4/4bdec4b643af08f361568747629d8ac1.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Michale could only hear the blood rushing through his ears. He didn't give a hoot about what Bob said or thought, all he wanted was to speak to the Sheriff. Right about then, the Sheriff pulled up and Michale quickly made his way towards him. The Sheriff gave a nod, but Michale wasn't about to let the man go.<span style="color: #BF4000">"Sheriff! Sheriff! Bob says...Bob says you found a body??" </span>he asked, trying to swallow the lump in his throat.<span style="color: #BF4000">"Sheriff, I...I want to see it,"</span>he requested. He had to know if it was her. Had to know if it was Sarah. He was sure that he would be denied the request, but he needed to know.