<br/><strong><br/>Carol Neathawk</strong><br/><br/>Carol had her cop face on, no trace of her feelings crossed her features.  "I'm a police officer.  Detective Carol Neathawk.  She sighed and holstered the weapon.<em>So now hat the hell do I do?</em>No Ms Van Derala, You are not wanted for any crime.  You are, however, a person of interest to the department.  You have been missing for six years, disappeared under some very unusual circumstances."<em>To put it mildly.</em>She motioned to Tiphanie to hand Crazy Lady her clothing.<br/><br/>"I think of myself more as a peace officer tnhan a law officer, I suppose I could come up with something to charge you with, but what's the point?"  Carol leaned back against a wall in an apparently casual pose, but her muscles were tense, her hand very close to her gun, her eyes watching Sabien unblinkingly.  "I do wonder what your interest in the young lady is, a case goes cold for almost six years, then reopens, and a private citizen or two show up with the missing kid?"  Her dark eyes are placid, but there is a hardness in them.  "It makes one wonder."