<span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF80BF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Mary Stevens</span></span></div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://ak1.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/l/tid/62875643.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #0080FF">"Deputy Hanesworth wrote down everything," </span></span>the Sheriff said, but it looked like there was a flash of annoyance in his eyes,<span style="color: #0080FF"> "but there are other questions we need to ask."</span>Mary put her arms on the table, drumming her fingers some,<span style="color: #FF80BF">"Alright..."</span>The Sheriff took his time in shuffling some papers and then pushing them towards her.<span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-style: italic"> "You told us everything about the last time you saw her, your movements around that time, everything in the present, but we need to know more about her past. Her past going months and even years back. Anything could be relevant."</span></span>Just as Mary was about to answer, the Sheriff's radio went off and Mary could recognize Phil's voice over it,<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #40BF00"> "Sheriff, we might have a body. Out on Tra--"</span></span>Mary didn't hear the rest of it as the Sheriff stood quickly and moved away. She couldn't hear the conversation, but it looked to her that Lorenzo was worried, which worried her.<br/><br/>A body? Oh god, was it Sarah's body, she wondered. Her heart began to pound in her chest and she felt a bit sick. Even if it wasn't Sarah's, it was a body in their town--a killer was out there and they could have Sarah.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #0080FF">"I might have to go soon,"</span></span>the Sheriff said as he sat back down. By then, Mary was in a full blown panic, though it wasn't very obvious except the the way her hands were turning white as she pressed them flat against the table.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #0080FF"><br/>"So, one quick question. Had anyone from Sarah's past turned up? Unexpectedly?"</span></span>Mary shook her head no, trying to keep her head clear, trying not to think of Sarah dead in a road somewhere.<span style="color: #FF80BF">"I know that Michale Lawrence was sweet on her, but she turned him down--but that's really the only thing eventful that's happened in her life. Everyday was just the same as always..."</span><br/><br/>Mary brought her arms to fold them over her chest, as if trying to comfort herself.<span style="color: #FF80BF">"Sheriff---did Phil just say a body?" </span>she asked, her voice a little raspy as she tried to hold it together. She didn't wait for him to reply, she knew what she heard.<span style="color: #FF80BF">"You'd tell me if it was, wouldn't ya? You'd call me, right? Cause if it's Sarah's b-body, I gotta know. I just...I just...gotta..."</span>Mary choked out, her composure beginning to fall apart at the idea of her friend never coming back. It had been hard with Sarah just missing, but she had still had a little bit of hope--but if that was her body they found, well then it likely would destroy Mary.<br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><br/>***</span></div><br/><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/>When Betty saw the deputy's car pull up, she was already running towards in her heels. The scene would have been quite impressive if the situation weren't so grim.<span style="color: #FFBF40"> "Oh my god, Phil! Phil! Thank god you are here. Jesus Christ..." </span>Phil had parked his car, and Betty took the opportunity to poke her head through the window to speak to him.<span style="color: #FFBF40"> "Jesus Christ Phil, I ain't never seen anything like it. I just, there's no head! No arms! There aren't even any legs!"</span>she said frantically, gesturing wildly at her own body in demonstration.<span style="color: #FFBF40">"How can I live in a town where torsos just show up with no god damned appendages!"</span>she said, her voice a little bit high. It was obvious that the event had traumatized the usually calm, friendly woman. Never in her life had she seen anything so gruesome, and she had seen a semi hit a deer going 80 mph.<br/><br/>She still had a cigarette burning between her slim fingertips, every once and a while taking a puff as she continued to ramble on about how the world was going to shit and Jesus better call her to heaven before it got worse, because her little heart just couldn't take this kind of mess. Her dark hair was falling out of its bun, framing her face with rebellious tendrils.<span style="color: #FFBF40"> "On top of that, I am late for work..."</span>she said, biting her thumb nail some, her cigarette dangerously close to her hair. She finally flicked the cigarette away from her, stomping on.<span style="color: #FFBF40"> "Well don't just sit there, move your ass and see what the hell I found!"</span>she demanded, thrusting her arm out towards the direction the body was.